The design challenge was come up with a game for change. The theme was the word “ephemeral”. One group had a brilliant idea for a selfie (slang for self-portrait, usually done with a mobile phone…often in a bathroom mirror and not well). Along with the selfie one would attach three adjectives. The initial idea was to hold onto positive words and trash the negative ones thereby reinforcing positive self-image. It …
A friend asked for a prayer. I fold my hands and start, “Dear God…” and I falter because I don’t know what I’m doing and to Whom I’d offer my pleas. Please. This doesn’t mean I don’t believe in prayer and intent and that there is power in belief. That is its own magic. So I think of good in the world; of the care; of those ties that bind us …
Was off to find that picture…the one on the rocks by the Mediterranean, sun sparkling. If I think about it I can smell the salt air and feel my sunwarmed skin browning. The top layer of photos is all dad. Young dad. Lolo. Gobsmacked. What were those muscles? We just covered this…All the muscles slowly tense squeezing out yet more tears. I miss you dad. Maybe I try to write …
Crawled into the cave Just the dog and the cats. Oh. And me. I thank my friends for leaving me be.
I forget still. Mom posted a picture of dad’s gravestone at the cemetery. She visits most Sundays. Still catches me off guard. This. I’m in the midst of a hormonal rollercoaster. Menopause. Alternately want to weep and hit things…hard. Trying to minimize collateral damage by keeping myself isolated. I come out on occasion for brief forays into the world. I don’t think I’ve seen myself in a while. It got …
So many questions…Is life worth living? What is a measure of success or a life well lived? What is the point? Who do I love? How will I be remembered? What is my legacy? Who loves me? What is enough?
by John Elliot Oyzon (aka Beau) Is the world a darker place, now that one of its brightest lights has moved on to the next stage? Not if I have anything to do with it, because it’s incumbent upon us to shine that much more brightly to honor the man who showed us how. Elias K. Oyzon was my dad, my hero, and my greatest teacher. His lessons will always …
I’m sleeping with mom. She went to bed before me and I left her there. I check to make sure she is still breathing. I’m doing that thing. We all are doing it. I think this may be the longest time she’s been able to sleep in days. I left her there. Get some rest. I smell coffee and hear the sneeze. Great! Dad’s making the coffee. I hear the shuffling in …
Born on 02/16/1933 to Margaritta Kausin and Proceso Albaran Oyzon departed this life on Monday, December 30,2013 Survivors include his wife, Paraluman Lomy) Oyzon; daughters Elouise Oyzon of Rochester, NY; Elice R Oyzon of Stafford, Va; Elaine Oyzon-Mast of Atlanta, GA; sons, John Elliott Oyzon of Phoenix, AZ and Benjamin E Oyzon of Brooklyn, NY; sons-in-law James McMurtrie; Chakib El Ghazzali; and Curtis Mast. He was wonderfully blessed with seven grandsons, Aidan, Connor and Gabriel McMurtrie, twins Elias Robert and Ethan Arthur and Evan …
Leece lives here. She’s been taking care of a lot of the minutinae since it all began. Benny got home, dumped his bag, repacked it and right back on the train and was here to support mom in mere hours. The boys and I arrived last night. Elaine and family arrives in a few hours; (Beau) gets here tomorrow. So many people are coming from North, South, East and West. Mom…well, all of us, …
