'Nuff said.
I lost my Uncle Jim on November fifth. I have been avoiding this particular post because I don't want to admit that my uncle's life is over. That's denial, the first stage of grief. Anger follows, then the bargaining stage. Depression is the fourth stage, which is good to know. It's hard to see beyond depression at any time, but with grief, acceptance will follow. Yes, I started this post only a few weeks after UJ was laid to rest, but the idea of Lucky Bamboo Day is infused with the love I have for him and the rest of my family. I saw four decks of cards on a table, smelled beer, so I knew the Leeds crowd was there: Granny 'Daisy' Leeds, Uncle Frankie looking down his glasses, Aunt Jean laughing the loudest. May the spirit of Lucky Bamboo infuse all our lives, every day. We are all family and we are all lucky to know each other.
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If you don't dream they can't come true
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