30 Sept 2012 ~ Sun {wise words}

Shifting the Sun     

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses. May you inherit
his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

by Diana Der-Hovanessian, from Selected Poems as posted on 
The Writer's Almanac {30 Sept 2012}.

28 Sept 2012 ~ Fri {Mr. Sonny}

 (above) Half-time soccer adjustment with Mr. Sonny :)

(below) Mommy's camera caught a Mr. Sonny & Witt in conversation after lunch (and chocolate shakes) at McDonald's.  Neither is looking at the camera -- love it!

Our dear Uncle Sonny (renamed "Mr. Sonny" by Witt) passed away Friday before lunch at the age of 70.  These are the last pictures we have of him (15 Sept 2012).  He was a JOY to know.  He made Brother and me Braves fans for life.  He invested in others, expecting nothing in return.  He was a calculated man --- always a legal pad and pen nearby. He loved the Great Smoky Mountains, his family and his DVRed television shows.  Tuesday, before Wednesday's surgery, we spoke.  He let me know that he expected to see us at Witt's last soccer game in a few weeks. That was Uncle Sonny --- he enjoyed his life and always made plans.  The world needs a few more folks like him and every child deserves an Uncle Sonny. Mr. Sonny will be be missed; he was a gem. I'm a better person having had him in my life. 

{DISCLAIMER:  Normally only the GlaserTrio+ Ilene make DogJot.blogspot.com;  we're making an exception for an EXCEPTIONAL Human Being we called UNCLE.}