I love TV. Watched Cirque du Soleil on Xmas Day, it was delightful! I am so glad I could watch it. Then I watched "Wasted" yesterday. The topic of food waste, yes but more so seeing the face and hearing the voice of a chef again who departed this world months earlier.
Two of the many souls that chose to cross the rainbow to heaven this year, Greg B from TVNZ and Anthony B the chef. Greg was so likeable. Chef I thought was outrageous with his smoking habit but gave such a joy. Both were very handsome and seemed they had everything to live for. Were they impossible to please or were they very ill?
My niece has been staying at home for over a decade now. Her mother is the barrier picking what's desirable and what's not. For whom? Looks like I will be blamed for suggesting unhelpful ideas and I will be blamed for not doing enough. Whatever. I will enjoy my niece's presence, "accept her while she's here." If that's not enough and I get accused, that's her business.
Both men left tapes and images to remind us what they sounded like and how they talked like. That's good. I heard somewhere, Buddhism preaches that a body is merely a shell to carry your soul around. The more you remember, the more they rest in peace.
Two of my family members also chose to die early in life. Free from suffering in the hands of tormentors now. I will remember you.
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