Poem - Tawni
Happy ‘n Sad
You ask how I am, well, happy ‘n sad
A strange mix of sorrow and glad
Happy for the time that we shared
Sad in a way that so much I cared.
Happy to have held you in my arms
To have had a glimpse of your charms.
Sad that you’re now not around
To bring me the joy I only just found.
Happy we had the chance to meet
And for you to sweep me off my feet.
Sad that our time was all so brief
And that without you there’s grief.
Happy to have shared the laughter
To know clearly it’s you I’m after.
Sad to accept you’ll never be mine
To share with me roses and wine.
Happy to know that I can still learn
For someone like you I can still yearn.
Sad that it’s just not to be
Those joyful thoughts of “you and me”.
Happy to have known a girl like you
To dream of all that we could do.
Sad that I’ll not find another
Who’s just like you – why bother?
Happy to be moved to quiver and shake
Oh, the crazy fool you did make.
Sad that it’s gone almost before it came
Never be together – oh, what a shame.
Happy that I can still see your face
In everywhere you were in my place.
Sad that you’re not still there
For me to show how much I care.
Happy when I think of your smile
Over broken glass, I’d walk a mile.
Sad to know it doesn’t much matter
Thoughts of you are just idle chatter.
Happy to have felt the touch of your lips
Like from a fine wine, sharing a few sips.
Sad that we cannot share a kiss
To cradle your face, that I do miss.
Happy I’m not as cold as I thought
A woman to love I have not sought.
Sad that the one that I found
Is so far away and never around.
Happy to dream she might care for me
In a different place and time it just might be
Sad that we won’t get a chance
To live, love laugh and dance.
Happy to know the feel of your touch
To come to life and sense so much
Sad it was only for a few days
And that you could affect me in so many ways.
Happy to hear the sound of your voice
To think that together was really a choice.
Sad that for you it’s just not right
And you’ll live you life out of my sight.
Happy when my thoughts are of you
To even consider we might be two
Sad when I know it’s not to be
There’s little hope for a “you and me”.
Happy when the phone rings – it’s you!
To share the laughter as only we do.
Sad that it will not go on forever.
Will I ever forget you? No never!
Happy your sunshine was mine for a while
To make me whole again and make me smile.
Sad that love lost is better than none
No matter what, your heart I’d not won.
Happy to know that for you I do write
Thoughts that come in the depths of the night
Sad that my dreams of you
Are no more than that, whatever I do.
Happy to think you’ll always make time
For me to share my thoughts in rhyme.
Sad to think you might want me to quit
That you make me stop will hurt quite a bit.
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Happy that you are still in my life
Thinking I’d lost you would cut like a knife.
Sad that we never gave it a chance
To see if there could have been romance.
Happy that you sound like you’re doing so well.
But if you are truly happy I cannot tell.
You’re focused on a career that’s important to you
But sad that it’s costing you a love so true.
Happy that the strong girl is earning her dreams
That nothing will stand in the way, it seems.
Sad that the soft little girl who lives inside
Came out for such a brief time, but she tried.
Happy that she knows I’ll always care
Wherever life takes her, no matter where.
Sad that she is now so far away
And that forever she could not stay.
Happy in hoping our paths may again cross
Not to dance and laugh would be such a loss
Sad that her path may take her away forever
Not get to blade in Vancouver, maybe never?
Happy to believe it will happen some day
And that somehow we’ll find a way
Happy to think she’ll come back in my life
And I’ll forever dream of her being my, ah, friend.
Love,
Gary
Planned obsolescence
Anyone who has been stuck in the horrible traffic jams lately probably thinks they will all go away when the new bridge, or rather modified bridge is finally built. Nothing could be further from the truth. By the time it opens this modified bridge will have cost Two Hundred Million dollars and be obsolete the day it opens. It's hard to believe that supposedly intelligent people are involved in this stupid project when the pitfalls are obvious. This brain cramp started long ago when then Mayor Jim Stuart was quoted as saying we didn't even need to look at a new bridge until at least 2010. What was he thinking? This idiocy continues today, when staff said construction on the bridge wouldn't delay traffic. I guess because traffic is already standing still, it can't be delayed anymore than it is. And at this late date they don't even have a plan for emergency vehicles? Duh!
What Kelowna, and the Okanagan, needs now and has needed for the last ten years, and will need even more in the future is a NEW bridge with a bypass. This will get all of the through traffic, mostly commercial vehicles, through the area much quicker and ease congestion on the already packed Highway 97. Make the new bridge a toll bridge to both pay for it, and to earn ongoing revenue to maintain it, all the users expense, not the taxpayers. The existing bridge can then handle the local traffic without the chaos that currently exists. Imagine the cost of all those cars, campers, RVs, and commercial vehicles sitting in traffic jams, both fuel and wages, not to mention lost time and frustration. It's only a matter of time before someone dies in that mess.
We are very lucky that the Okanagan attracts so many tourist dollars to support our local economy. How insulting it is to them to have it take them hours to just get into Kelowna. After all this money spent we'll still have a traffic nightmare and we'll still need a new bridge. Nothing has been solved. We should expect better of our planners and politicians.
My Life - My Dad's Eulogy
OUR DAD
THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING TODAY TO HONOR MY FATHER. MY DAD LIVED A RICH AND FULL LIFE. ALTHOUGH WE CERTAINLY WISH HE WAS STILL HERE WITH ALL OF US, WE ARE COMFORTED BY THE KNOWLEDGE THAT HE WENT QUICKLY AND WITHOUT PAIN. TO ANSWER YOUR MANY QUESTIONS DAD HAD A SEVERE ASTHMA ATTACK WHICH CAUSED HIS THROAT TO CLOSE COMPLETELY AND DIED IMMEDIATELY. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO RUSHED TO HELP US, EITHER HELPING WITH MY DAD OR COMFORTING MY MUM, AND FOR THE PARAMEDICS WHO CAME SO QUICKLY AND WORKED SO HARD TO SAVE HIM, BE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN THAT NOTHING COULD HAVE SAVED HIM. HE DIDN’T HAVE A DROP OF WATER IN HIS LUNGS AND DID NOT DROWN AS MANY OF YOU MAY HAVE THOUGHT.
IN OUR MANY WONDERFUL MEMORIES OF MY DAD AND IN GOING THROUGH HUNDREDS OF PICTURES, IT’S OBVIOUS THAT HE LIVED LIFE TO THE FULLEST, FROM GROWING UP IN THE HARSH WINTERS OF INNISVALE ALBERTA, AND, YES, WALKING FIVE MILES TO SCHOOL, UPHILL IN BOTH DIRECTIONS; TO SERVING HIS COUNTRY IN THE NAVY; TO WORKING TWO JOBS TO PAY FOR MY MUM’S MEDICAL EXPENSES, LONG BEFORE MEDICARE; RAISING THREE ADORABLE CHILDREN, WELL, TWO – YOU FIGURE IT OUT; RENOVATING AN OLD FARMHOUSE IN STREETSVILLE THAT HAD COAL STOVES FOR HEATING AND NO IN-DOOR PLUMBING (GOD, I’M OLD); PACKING UP AND MOVING WEST TO PENTICTON (AREN’T WE GLAD IT WAS WINDY THAT DAY AND HE KEPT GOING TO KELOWNA); TO WORKING AT WESTERN STAR AND RETIRING HERE TO OUR LITTLE PIECE OF PARADISE HERE AT SHADY REST, MY DAD WORKED HARD ALL HIS LIFE BUT ALWAYS MADE TIME FOR FUN. HE WAS AN AVID DIRT-BIKER AND A MEMBER OF THE NOTORIOUS “OVER THE HILL GANG” IN YUMA, ARIZONA, BIKING LONG AFTER MANY OS US WOULD HAVE GIVEN UP. MANY OF MY FONDEST MEMORIES OF DAD ARE THE MILES AND MILES OF BACK COUNTRY TRAILS WE BIKED, BOTH HERE AND IN REVELSTOKE. MY OWN SON CHRIS CAME OUT FROM ONTARIO TO BIKE WITH DAD. CHRIS AND DAD AND I WERE STANDING BESIDE A BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN RIVER ON A GORGEOUS SUMMER DAY, BEER IN HAND AND MY SON SAID “IT DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS”. HE WAS SO RIGHT.
HE BOUGHT AND REBUILT THE BIG BOAT WITH THE TWIN V8 ENGINES AND PAINTED IT PURPLE BECAUSE, WELL, THAT WAS MY DAD. HE WAS SO PROUD THAT HE HAD 28 OF HIS FRIENDS JOIN HIM ON THAT BOAT.
MY DAD TOUCHED A LOT OF LIVES IN HIS EIGHTY-ONE YEARS. HE ALWAYS GOT INVOLVED WHEN SOMETHING NEEDED TO GET DONE. AT WESTERN STAR HE WAS ACTIVE IN THE UNION AND THE HEAD OF THE SAFETY COMMITTEE. HERE IN THE PARK HE HELPED ORGANIZE YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH AND HE WANTED TO HELP THE NEW MARINA ASSOCIATION HOWEVER HE COULD.
EACH OF US WILL HAVE OUR OWN SPECIAL MEMORY OF MY DAD. IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO FIND ONE THAT STOOD OUT. I DECIDED THAT IN THE TRUE SPIRIT OF DAD I WOULD PICK THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS. MANY OF MY FRIENDS HERE TODAY WERE ENJOYING THE BEACH, BECAUSE MY MUM AND DADS DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN. WE HAD THREE BOATS HERE TAKING PEOPLE SKIING. MY DAD HAD BEEN DRINKING ALL DAY WITHOUT EATING A THING. HE DECIDED HE WAS GOING SKIING. HE TOLD MY FRIEND WADE TO TAKE HIM UP. MY SISTER WAS ON THE DECK FREAKING OUT THAT WE WERE NOT TO EVEN THINK OF TAKING HIM. WADE WASN’T SURE WHAT TO DO BECAUSE, WHEN DAD SAID HE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING, THERE WASN’T MUCH POINT IN ARGUING. I ASKED WADE TO JUST TAKE HIM FOR A LITTLE LOOP AROUND THE BUOYS AND RIGHT BACK. MY DAD WALKED DOWN THE BEACH INTO THE WATER, CARRYING HIS SKIS AND PROMPTLY FELL FACE FIRST IN THE LAKE. I STILL REMEMBER HIM COMING UP SPITTING AND COUGHING AND SAYING “WELL, MAYBE LATER”. MANY OF YOU KNOW THE MANY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS WE HAD WITH HIS BLUE BOAT. THREE ENGINES LATER MY DAD FINALLY GOT TO TAKE HIS LAST SKI AT EIGHTY YEARS OLD LAST YEAR. QUITE A FEAT.
THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING TODAY. THIS SERVICE TODAY IS NOT TO MOURN MY FATHER’S PASSING. HE SPECIFICALLY WANTED NO SAD FUNERAL AND NO TEARS. NOT ONE OF US WANTS TO DIE AND WE CERTAINLY HOPE WHEN WE DO THAT WE DON’T GO TRAGICALLY. DR HOLMES IN ICU SAID THIS COULD HAVE HAPPENDED TO DAD SUDDENTLY AT ANY TIME. HE COULD HAVE BEEN DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD WITH MY MUM IN THE CAR, HAD AN ACCIDENT AND TAKEN MY MUM AND AN INNOCENT LIFE AS WELL. WE HATE THAT HE IS GONE, BUT WE ARE THANKFUL THAT IT HAPPENED HERE IN THE PLACE HE LOVED BEST, SURROUNDED BY HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
BE IT “DAD” TO YOU, “JIMMY”, OR DONALD (DON TO HIS FAMILY) OR JUST “SWEETHEART” HE WILL BE SORRILY MISSED, BUT HE WILL LIVE ON IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS FOREVER. MAY IT ALWAYS BE “HAPPY HOUR” IN HEAVEN FOR YOU DAD.
HERE IS HOW HE WISHED TO BE REMEMBERED. (VIDEO)
Editor's Note: My Mum and Dad recorded a hilarious video of them dancing together at their club in Yuma, Arizona. My Dad was dressed as a floosy with big boobs. He basically followed my mother in the routine, which made it all the more comical. Although I knew that this is the way my Dad would want to be remembered, I was somewhat nervous showing this video at his memorial in case anyone thought it was disrespectful. I was so relieved when all kinds of people came up to me after the service and said how much they enjoyed it, how much my Dad would have loved it, and some even said I could organize their memorials.
My Life - Guy Rules
From: Gary Jones
To: NCI_KELOWNA
Date: Fri, May 7, 1999 9:54 AM
Subject: Guy Rules
From: smile.now@home.com
RULES THAT GUYS WISHED WOMEN KNEW ‑
- If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
- Learn to work the toilet seat; if it's up, put it down.
- Don't cut your hair. Ever.
- Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live with it.
- Get rid of your cat.
- Sunday = Sports.
- Anything you wear is fine. Really.
- Women wearing Wonder bras and low‑cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.
- You have too many shoes.
- Crying is blackmail.
- Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work.
- Mark anniversaries on a calendar.
- Yes, peeing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes.
- Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers.
- A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.
- Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived.
- Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
- If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.
- If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one.
- Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?
- Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.
- You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done ‑ not both.
- Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we.
- You have enough clothes.
- Nothing says "I love you" like sex.