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With No Place to Go
“Grief I’ve learned is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up…
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Sirkka Turkka
There's a Finnish poem that my friend Aija translated and sent to me: "We call for him but he doesn't turn around. He's on his way to the…
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Life’s Memories
(Photos of my Vavie Amaro with some of her 23 grandchildren My brother Marty is standing by her side then and now) life is one big full ride…
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Surrounded and Guided by Light
My brother Marty (60) went home this morning He was surrounded by love and felt your prayers. His family, brothers and mother were by his side. His…
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Flooded with Light
Last night friends and neighbors gather outside of my brother's home and held a candlelight vigil. Please if you can light a candle for my brother that his…
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Call My Name
When I was a child I had an incredible imagination and with that came terrific nightmares. Many nights I woke up panic-filled, wide-eyed, my heart beating loud enough that any…
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Marty, Mathew, Mark and Zane
Repost 2011 My brother's names remind me of the four gospels.. well almost. Marty, Mathew, Mark, and Zane. Marty's middle name is John. And Zane's middle name is Louis…
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The Harley Rolls
a few weeks ago my mom asked her grandson George if he could clean up and get running my dad’s Harley that hasn’t run since my dad died over 12…
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