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Portland Snow Daze

Cold cakes the city with icing; Trepidation fills the air. Snow on the urban landscape makes Sound disappear.

Masaru Emoto's image of water reacting to the word "love"

10:11 a.m.

Just as we opened our eyes much later than expected, a winter wonderland was born and our dear friend Frank took his last breath. Etched in the icon of his memory is 10:11 a.m. January 3, 2016. It's a small mark compared to his big impact, but one of the many we'll never forget.

#oregon snow #winter wonderland #frank #death #friendship

Waiting for the unwanted

A friend so close to passing that he doesn't smell the same. His voice is strained; His hands quiver. Of course, with face and throat cancer, he doesn't look the same. But under this mask of a weakened man is Frank smiling, joking, laughing, being our favorite carefree dude again. We're waiting for the unwanted because it doesn't seem real. The treatments stop as life keeps going and Frank keeps dancing to his own rhythm.

#cancer #friendship #death

Holly Woodlawn 1946-2015

What to say

Words are stuck in the pit of my stomach, churning with unprocessed emotions. What do I say? to the man who carries us when life becomes heavy. How do I comfort? he shakes, spilling out tears in between gasps of disbelief. He lost a friend who was an extension of himself; their serediptious paths now broken. What to say? How to comfort? She would know.

#death #loss #poetry

Violent Femmes' first new song in 15 years

Stromae - ta fête

World Class Wreckin Cru ft. Dr. Dre - Surgery

It's Never a Good Bye

It's hard to explain missing something you've near forgot. Of all the friends I've lost, the one I miss the most, I blocked out. It's not that I didn't love him — but I was scared of facing the demons we shared. And now there's nothing left but a blank text box, old memories and my sharp tears reminding me of what I never said, never resolved, and never will. What do you do with the memories that only you are left to bear? Those private moments that cemented our bond — they're disintegrating despite all my efforts to hold on. I'm disgusted with my lack of effort to reconnect. Now all that's left is barely hanging on to the moments that keep going, going — gone.

shelter not big enough

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