#InMemoryOf

[menopause-diary]

Blog about the deeper reason behind my 'embrace the chaos' philosophy. You see, my mom passed away at 55, and my dad was only 56 when he left us, too. Way too young. It's a stark reminder that life doesn't come with guarantees.

[crowleys-aziraphale]

Sir Terence David John Pratchett, known to all of us as Sir Terry Pratchett. Was an english author, humorist, satirist and novelist. Best known for his work such as good omens, Discworld, night watch and many more. Sir Terry Pratchett was the UK's best- selling author of the 90s.

The good omens series was Sir Terry Pratchett's dying wish to Neil gaiman, he wrote Neil a letter, in the letter he told Neil to make the tv adaptation of good omens. Unfortunately he passed away before he ever got a chance to see it. He will always be part of the good omens series, his hat and scarf is in the show, and so is his spirit.

"If you trust in yourself... and believe in your dreams... and follow your star... you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy"

@neil-gaiman

[swissgirl05]

We lost another Legend today. Captain Holt brought me so much comfort whenever life got difficult and now it won’t ever be the same again. May he rest in peace, reunited with his fluffy boy 🕊️❤️

99 forever

[fandomfrenzy97]

I’m on my 4th playthrough of Hogwarts Legacy, and I’m still amazed by the fact that you can rescue an incredibly rare Phoenix, and so once it was safe inside the Room Of Requirement, I knew immediately what to name him…Fawkes. Only the true Harry Potter fans will understand 😉.

[enishehu]

In memory of the very best boy in the world...Today marks 2 years from his passing...

I painted you in one of your favorite places. I hope you know how much I loved you, Ozi. And I hope you keep the piece you took from my heart, safe and close...

[jenniferjewels]

33✨ Got my first tattoo for my 33rd birthday in April. My grandfather’s nickname for me was Big eyes and Breaking Bad was our show. Took a copy of his signature and had to get the pink teddy bears eye.

Cathartic. I felt like it took some of the sadness I harbored from his death away. I’ll always miss him but I feel like this is a piece to carry with me, always.🖤🥀

[varunamatya]

“Eternal Embrace: A Tribute to My Beloved Father”

In the realm of love and memories, I find solace and pain, For my father, a great man, in my heart, forever shall reign. He was a pillar of strength, a guiding light so bright, But fate had its own plans, casting shadows on his life.

Through the years, he battled, with every ounce of his being, Heart attacks and strokes, his resilience ever freeing. His voice was stolen, and his body weakened by strife, Leaving him paralyzed, robbed of his vibrant life.

Yesterday, on this somber day, he departed from this earth, Leaving behind an ache, a void from his life’s precious worth. They say his suffering has ceased, finding solace up above, Little did I know, my anguish would now begin, for my father beloved.

I thought I was prepared, for the inevitable farewell, But the depth of this loss, only time could truly tell. Regrets haunt my thoughts, for the things left undone, I wish I had done more, to show him he was my radiant sun.

Life's barriers held us back, with limited options in our grasp, But the love we shared, forever in my heart will clasp. Oh, dear father, I miss you, the pain, it pierces deep, My apologies for falling short, for moments I couldn't keep.

Though, I thank the Lord above, for taking you to eternal peace, Yet, anguish consumes me, as grief refuses to cease. I have never felt such pain in my tears, as they fall for his loss, An ache so deep, my soul cries out, for this immeasurable cost.

You were a father, unmatched, your love knew no end, In every treasured memory, your spirit I'll forever defend. Through tears and laughter, hand in hand we transcended, My dear dad, eternally cherished, our bond, gentle and splendid.

In the tapestry of my life, your presence still shines through, Your love, your laughter, all the lessons that I drew. Though tears may stain my cheeks, my love remains steadfast, In the chambers of my heart, our bond forever shall last.

Farewell, my beloved father, in this ode, I pour my soul, Your memory, a guiding light, as the years continue to roll. Rest in peace, dear dad, your legacy forever near, For in my heart, your love will always persevere.

Take care, dear father, in the realm beyond this land, You were the embodiment of love, the gentlest guiding hand. For my shortcomings, I seek forgiveness and plea, Know you're deeply loved, missed, and cherished eternally.

I love you, dad, beyond the confines of space and time, You will forever remain in my heart, a love sublime. Until we meet again, in that realm of eternal embrace, Rest well, my dearest father, in God's loving grace.

[21st May, 2023]  –  The day that inflicted the deepest pain, An anguish that forever shall remain.

[waynelvslcy]

Remembering Carole Cook on what would have been her 99th birthday. Carole passed away just a few days ago on January 11th. Toward the end of the 1950's, Lucy hand picked young talent to be part of her 'Workshop' where she trained and put together a company of players that she needed for various Desilu shows. An actress named Mildred Cook was recommended and so Lucy tracked her down and found her doing summer stock with the Kenley Players at the Packard Music Hall in Warren, Ohio, and in that moment, plucked Mildred from the stage. Lucy suggested she change her name to Carole and the rest is history. 'Mildred thought it was a joke when she heard herself paged over the loudspeaker: "Mildred Cook, Lucille Ball is calling from Los Angeles." ...Mildred packed her clothes in a box and flew out to California for an audition and an overnight stay in Lucy's guest house. "When a maid asked me for a key to my luggage, I said 'Just cut it with a butcher knife,'" she recalled. With that remark, Lucy decided this was the person she most wanted to help.'—Kathleen Brady, The Life of Lucille Ball. #lucilleball #carolecook #happybirthday #packardmusichall #humblebeginnings #discovered #namechange #desilu #tutelage #butcherknife #inmemoryof #warrenohio #waynelvslcy https://www.instagram.com/p/CnZ1DaeO1A_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[harmonyhealinghub]

Something To Come Back To Shaina Tranquilino November 11, 2024

Under a pale November sky, young Ellie walked hand in hand with her grandfather, James, towards the town’s cenotaph for the Remembrance Day service. She wore a red poppy pinned on her coat, just like everyone else gathered. The crowd stood solemnly, and Ellie felt a quiet anticipation in the chilly air as they waited for the service to begin. Ellie knew that her grandfather had been a soldier long ago, but he rarely spoke of it. Today, though, as they stood together, she could see something in his eyes—a blend of pride, sorrow, and strength—that made her curious.

As the crowd fell silent and the Last Post began to play, Grandfather James leaned down and whispered, "Did I ever tell you about the man who saved my life, Ellie?"

Ellie shook her head, her eyes wide with wonder. James, usually so stoic, gave her a small smile, and in a voice just for her, he began his story.

"His name was Charlie,” he said softly, as if speaking the name aloud could summon his friend’s spirit. “We were both young, and I was terrified in a way you can’t imagine, Ellie. We were stationed far away, in a place that felt like another world. One night, during a surprise attack, I froze. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Charlie pulled me out of harm's way, risked his own life to save mine. Later, he told me he did it because he thought I had something important to come back to. At the time, I didn’t know what he meant.”

Ellie listened intently, her heart aching for the man she’d never met but suddenly felt she knew. As they continued standing side by side, her grandfather’s voice grew quieter. "Charlie never made it home. But every time I see you, Ellie, every time I see the family we have, I think of him. He was right; I did have something to come back to. He gave me a chance to live the life he never had, and that’s something I can never repay."

As James finished, he squeezed her hand gently. Ellie could feel the weight of his words settle around her, like the comforting warmth of a blanket. In that moment, she understood that Remembrance Day wasn’t just about honouring the fallen, but about feeling deep gratitude for those who sacrificed so others could live freely.

The silence of the crowd broke as everyone joined in reciting, "We will remember them." Ellie’s voice joined her grandfather’s, and she felt the words not just in her mouth but in her heart. She realized then that every day she had with him, every laughter-filled evening and storytime adventure, was a gift passed down from someone she’d never met.

After the ceremony ended, Ellie tugged her grandfather’s hand, her voice small but filled with determination. “Thank you for sharing Charlie’s story with me, Grandpa. I’ll remember him. And I’ll remember to be grateful every day.”

Grandfather James looked down at her, his eyes misty yet full of pride. “That’s all I could ask for, sweetheart,” he said. Together, they walked away, the memory of Charlie’s bravery a silent presence with them both, a reminder of how precious their lives truly were.

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[thelittlethinginsaigon]

Now Far Away From Here by Vasya Oblomov (Premiere) Dedicated to the loving memory of Alexei Navalny. Vasya Oblomov. Poems by Leonid Kaganov. Below I have provided the translation of the song in English: * * * Beyond the polar circle stands an empty grave; All of us hoped for a miracle, and it was the one that came. It brought to us faith and hope, irony, smile, and light. By acting and setting examples, completely free of charge. For us, the biblical drama of evil events unfolds. Where cleansing the temple is real; we all saw it heals with words. Loved and followed by millions, yet judged by a broken code, Surrendering to the Sanhedrin, for Friday's cross to hold, For scorning lie and falsehood, for its fervent zeal. So no one was surprised its earthly form disappeared. But screens resurrect the soul, igniting the beacon light. And tyrant trembles in fear beneath his concrete site. The light dissolves into words in the land of endless folly, Where jokes are heard less and less, and autumn swallows the jolly. The land of killers and prisons, where death and blood are holy, Where the truth is slashed - like everything, cruelly and wholly. Where the devil strides naked and doesn't bother to hide, Where the first lesson you learn is to shut up and bite, And people, simple people, entangled in a quarrelsome life, Scroll through the sewer channels, seeking for means to survive. But those who beheld the wonder, behind their kitchen doors, Stick voodoo pins and read psalms, holding onto their hopes. Hoping that one day, the stone in the chest of a cowardly beast Will restore peace to the world by simply ceasing to beat. And up will soar the blood clots from crimson Kremlin's spires, The bombs will stop exploding on the lands of neighboring shires, Then ballets will thunder, and the scoundrels will scat, The smell of summer will return, and we’ll leave the chat. And, like heating and water, cable, gas, or light, Freedom will enter your home - real, shiny, and bright. The time will come to judge, to destroy the murderers' blight, And this will be done by the people you've inspired to fight

[emilygingarrard]

Bittersweet White Daisies, hand cut scrap reflective on glass for a friend who lost her daughter - in memory of Brooke.

[rosyrhodes]

One of the only beings to be there for me at all moments of my being and seeing living in and tolerating all of the loss and isolation and confusion before I slowly found my path after the surgeries is now unable to walk and I am debating feeding him with a water dropper. I'm being told that he's suffering and needs to be put to sleep. Only, I have felt that way before and also believed it whole hearted, because I barely ever sleep and wanted nothing more.....

I still got better, though I was suffering. I still got better. I was even put to sleep wrong through a couple surgeries, I still healed I think. Anesthesia and Euthanization are obviously complicated subjects with me. Also, warning: Dare I say triggering? This is someone that stuck with me ride or die through all my adult life trauma, addiction, destruction and the years of unending loudass music it gave birth to. He's not crying or in agony that I can tell, is it so cruel of me to not want to inject him with any outside adulterants and be here with him for a moment. However long that is?

I feel like I have time and there's no need to play or pay doctor. I've always believed in diving timing and trusting both patterns and numerology, and found my way full faith in it. Most times without memory because of a condition called retrograde amnesia. This video I feel blessed I just found is the most perfect and positive day, with my beloved rescued, turned rescuer "cat down the road" - Working out a riff idea while Panda chills happily behind me, as an old friend Nolan Morrow staying on my couch talks out my drum machine setup and I learn some #spiritscience

I will miss you till our paths meet again,

"Until Valhalla!!"

🐼😻♥️

Panda, My favourite Norwegian forest cat friend, my coincidencentally rescued "cat down the road". Please lend me your strength and cool while I try to navigate this #roadtorecovery

Here's a song off of my first EP made with my first cat Freddie's pur:

Sometime in the future I'll share a song I made for my next pet Kitty Mercury that I called Left Behind. With Freddie Mercury and Panda, there have always been kitties around me when I've been creating, many times getting me to take a break and pet them

Blessed Be everyone, I hope I didn't leave anyone feeling down and please comment or pm about your moments of mental health, or wealth. I will come out of this stronger: I dropped a single Tarot twice yesterday: the Strength card both times. I drew temperance next time I consulted my cards. I'm blessed that this special guy will have taught me alot about both once I get back to feeling better and have some normalcy again. Have an excellent new year with your loved ones. Cherish every moment of it my friends! 🙏♥️🌹🛣️

- @rosyrhodes

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[prosecutorandprofessor]

Homage to the Fallen Join us as we come together to commemorate the lives of the fallen heroes, united in our unwavering respect and admiration.

[merlinrpf]

Homage to the Fallen

Honoring the courageous souls who have bravely left their mark on history with our heartfelt homage to the fallen.

[pennamfoundation]

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