Directly across from my small dining table, Orin is located slightly diagonally above. Well, he always looks down on me. Recently I felt like he was asking something (should fix for him). Just because there was a picture of him smiling and eating, I changed it to this one. That’s all.
After a long while, G.J suddenly called me and asked me to attend his old friend’s memorial. You know my position to G.J is just a pinch-hitter instead of R.A(lol). Such amazingly so much changed to WTC path train station area!!
Will 2001/911 remain in people’s remembrance, or will it fade into memories along with the truth? Later uber brought us to the upper Manhattan, Hudson River side area. New green, green, green, quite fresh leaves are appeared by their own natural instinct.
Keep remembrance the deceased. It imposes on itself this active act of having a subject. Inside the human brain, cells (small chambers) called the hippocampus are an orderly mixture of folders of amazing records and memories.
The other day, Mieko said “I try to remember the deceased close to me. Similarly, remembering people (and their histories) who died without being acknowledged by anyone, as if they had disappeared in accidents, incidents, wars, etc.” Mieko and I talked about the deep meaning of memories and remembrances. This deep meaning (also their differences) and consideration will be written another day.
こういう地域にあたしは住んでいる。多趣味だった我が夫オリンの、その一つは知る人ぞ知る『コミック狂』。先日、ノストランド通りにこの様なコミック・ストアを発見!「おーい、あんたの好きなコミック店見つけたよー」と小声を出す。看板には堂々と、”Brooklyn’s #1 Hobby Store ” って書かれてる。オリンと一緒に大笑いしたかもね。こんな場所にあたしは居る。
I live in an area like this. My husband Orin has many hobbies, one of which is known to those in the know as “comic fanatic”. The other day, I found a comic store on Nostrand Street! “Hey, I found your favorite store!” I whispered. The sign proudly says “Brooklyn’s #1 Hobby Store”. You might have had a good laugh with Orin. I live in a place like this.
(I know) the part of my body where the internal organs were gouged out is still bleeding, and it still won’t stop. People refer to this condition as “crying with tears”. Every day I chant forgiveness, gratitude and love. That’s where my own place.
I live in the south of Brooklyn, closer to the ocean, so I have to get up early to get to Manhattan for work. On the way, I always have to changed subways many times. What’s more, the rate of being involved in some kind of breakdown or route repair work is as always occuring , so I should put a mind how much hours need to take? Yes, a couple of hours in normal. Well, early in the Sunday morning, on East Houston Street, I ran into Prince!
My beloved Orin said telepathically, “Look, Sanae-kun! Look, there’s Prince. I’m the same, I’ll always be there next you.” I wonder if his spirit gave me a little peace of mind/leeway.
Well, on the 25th, which is also Orin’s death anniversary of the month, I met Prince again on the road! This is a fun hand-painted prince as you can see. I heard that this woman’s artist friend drew it. I was allowed to take a picture. Very nice feeling!
Both Orin and I are “(Lucky Fellow) x 5 “. Thank you. I’m too grateful, so it feels like I should be able to tranceformation to something else. I wonder why everyone is so kind and helpful to me. Love, Love , and Love. Thank you. Thank you so very much.
I (and Mica) have scattered some of his ashes in his heartland, Central Park, near the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Strawberry Fields. Let me go to the sea and scattered a bit more of his ashes next time.
Luckily! the steel shelves that Orin had been using with heavy and complex computer system in many years, went to our good friend E & M’ house. Ms.E, I think her natural talent is to grow plants (and not only for the plants ). So did my mother, Orin’s mother, our previous landlady of Newburgh, and so was Orin. I’m really happy that things are going wonderful direction.
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