Tag: death
member name: David W.
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April 02, 2009 10:29 AM EDT --
IT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENS...
We were about three hours out of Ashville, N.C. and two hours west of I-95, roughly eleven hours from our home in Boca Raton, Florida . . .
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April 07, 2008 10:43 AM EDT --
© David Wainland 2006
I came into this world alone,
Kicking and screaming,
Clutching at darkness and solitude.
No fear of the end,
But frightened of the . . .
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January 07, 2009 11:19 AM EST --
Dedicated to my mother-in-law who passed away seven years ago . She was a victim of a stroke, incapable of speech, eating, walking. Inside, she was alive. Tillie passed within the year.
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April 04, 2009 11:56 AM EDT --
IT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENS...TWO YEARS LATER
© 2007 By David Wainland
Time, like a cool sheet on a warm summer's night, slides over us and helps erase . . .
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June 09, 2009 10:21 AM EDT --
For my son Jeremy 3/1/73 - 7/6/03
LOST
© 2009 by David Wainland
Everyone is lost to time
What counts is how they spent . . .
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June 10, 2009 05:21 PM EDT --
THE DEATH OF A BRAVE AMERICAN
© June 10, 2009 by David Wainland
Today an African American uniformed guard died protecting a Jewish memorial . . .
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September 25, 2008 10:44 AM EDT --
© by David Wainland
There is a time in the early hours
when black sky gives way to morning gray.
The moon hangs low and silver in the horizon
and the brightest . . .
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February 28, 2009 11:40 PM EST --
My son, Jeremy was born on March 1, 1973
He died july 5, 2003
Sunday is his birthday and our family tradition is to gather amongst friends, family and his friends to celebrate . . .
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July 01, 2009 10:35 AM EDT --
I BRAKE FOR SPEED BUMPS
By David Wainland
Speed bumps, a poor analogy
For the moments of crisis in life
I have always faced those occasions
With the resistance . . .
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August 31, 2009 09:10 PM EDT --
SLIGHTLY BITTEN
© 2009 by David Wainland
Born before our liberty embraced
Another land her lineage traced
I was young and she was . . .
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September 23, 2009 05:15 PM EDT --
Our holiday, Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, is approaching. It is the day we repent for our sins. It is also a day we remember our lost family. Besides reciting prayers in temple, many . . .
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April 02, 2008 09:51 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
April 4 1945, I have a new brother. For five years I am the only child and suddenly this squalling bundle of red face baby is getting all the attention. I was . . .
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January 21, 2009 12:43 PM EST --
MY NAME IS DAVID
By David Wainland © 2009
I am first-born,
they named me David,
after a grandfather,
I never met,
a mark of respect,
. . .
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April 04, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
REPOST
© 2004
A POEM ABOUT MY SON IN HONOR OF MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY
I awake to a thick blanket of humidity,
a new storm rumbles in the distance.
Lightning sheets, like . . .
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September 24, 2008 11:01 PM EDT --
As we stepped out of the car for our holiday visit to my son's grave my wife asked, "Did you take the stone and the prayer" It called to mind an old war movie called a . . .
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October 31, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Written when I was fourteen years old.
© David Wainland 2008
Composed in 1954
One day as the sun was setting
and leaving the purple sky
The colors I saw . . .
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April 21, 2009 04:36 PM EDT --
FINDING STRENGTH IN A STORM
© 2009 by David Wainland
Dad dropped off the last step of the twenty-foot ladder and smiled up at his latest project. . . .
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May 15, 2008 12:01 PM EDT --
© 2005 David Wainland
In the first days after my son passed away, I was naturally depressed, withdrawn and moody. Once our initial week of mourning, a period called Sitting Shiva . . .
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September 29, 2008 11:44 AM EDT --
Our holiday, Rosh Hashanna , the Jewish New Year, begins at sundown tonight, 9/29/08. As a mark of respect and tradition we visited our son's grave yesterday morning . This poem . . .
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January 24, 2009 05:17 PM EST --
By David Wainland
As I type out my thoughts and feelings, I am sitting with a battered brown fedora perched on the crest of my balding head, a hat much the same as you might . . .
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