Family reunion
Apr. 16th, 2006 09:16 pmVanessa, 19, can wield a mallet, but is also an articulate speaker. Look at her. Who, at a home show, wouldn't like to talk to her? While working with her parents she completed most of high school by correspondence, planning on university in January. She's interested in animal welfare.
Darcy, 20, studies business, writes rap lyrics and performs in a band.
The best part was hearing Marian and Brenna bond with Vanessa and Robyn, 23, an artist in fourth year at Ryerson University.
Mom and I sat in the sunroom discussing her cancer treatment. Mike joined us quietly, then Bob, fidgeting while she talked. Will we sit that way again?
Preparing to leave, I thanked Deb. In confidence she said, "I know a little of how it has been for you," meaning depression and anxiety. I had watched her keep busy preparing and serving food. A high school teacher and liberal thinker, she is the one who acknowledges my unease.
Four cousins: Robyn (b. 1983), Marian (1991), Vanessa (1986) and Brenna (1993)
Three brothers: Van (b. 1964), Bob (1951) and Mike (1954)
Two family websites I didn't know about:
- Cedar Log Structures by Mike and Dawn Waffle
- Darcy's myspace, his voice and rap lyrics
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:26 am (UTC)The cedar home site is wonderful!
happy easter.
:)
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:23 am (UTC)Lately something about my niece, Robyn, reminds me of you.
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:29 am (UTC)My kids are the same ages as your neices!
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:16 pm (UTC)btw: yesterday when looking through my siter archives i came across two poems you wrote (for me) a few years ago.
wow. thank you again.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-17 02:44 pm (UTC)Walking Princess Daisy. A friend posts two poems for me:
Two poems on separation
Posted for mylastsigh.
Fallen angels
Our wings fall away like ages
and we are left human
with stone feet
and eyes no longer through skylights
but turned unto day
still greening across the sod.
January 16, 1996
From a one-bedroom apartment window
Flakes fly through a beam by the street corner.
A few naked crystals
caught in the act of falling,
pink beneath mercury vapour.
Their motion sudden, harried
lost from a world
of others drifting unseen in darkness.
Based on a poem written January 23, 1996.
I moved into my own apartment on January 20, 1996.
http://www.birchlane.net/april04.htm
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:26 pm (UTC)I hope you do get to meet them.