Tag Archives: Joy

Always

  What’s that? You think you’ve dishonored my memory by not thinking of me often enough? Silly boy. Time has no meaning when you’re dead. You’re thinking of me now, aren’t you? Relax. I know what we mean to one … Continue reading

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Wonderstop

  Each time I reach this place, I hear your shadow walking with me. Each time I feel your spirit here I am left with a choice. I can wallow in anguish over that which is no more. Or I … Continue reading

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Wish

  That I might rise before the sun, Before the waking world’s begun To sing aloud of another day. Reticence is my way.     That I might see the greening grass, Or sparkling snow, and clouds that pass And … Continue reading

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Mystery

  Know why we love each other so much? Neither do I. Let’s walk.   -Chuy

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Yoda Face

    I’m wagging you my telepathic Dog voice, my dog voice, my dog voice. I’m giving you my Yoda Face My Yoda Face, my Yoda Face. Standing in the Snack Place The Snack Place, the Snack Place. You’re not … Continue reading

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Nothing

    Know what Shoulda, Coulda and Woulda did? Nothing. Let’s go.     -Chuy

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Precious

  Thoughts and words come easily now. Things we did not want to think, nor me to say. It is this most gracious and wonderous gift you have bestowed upon me: To have valued our time as precious.   Love … Continue reading

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Improvement

      It’s like Jack Nicholson said to Helen Hunt inĀ As Good As It Gets. “You make me want to be a better person.” I can never thank you enough, dear friend.     Paz

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Gift

  The finest gift I ever received Did not come from a store. It wasn’t a thing I’d “always wanted”. Or replacement for that which I’d had before.   It came to me without wrappings. No boxes or bags, no … Continue reading

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Pinnacle

    Remember these Tiger Lilies, This thick underbrush, This hazy morning. This Pinnacle Day. -Chuy      

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