tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.comments2023-12-30T02:08:05.875-05:00Adamus at LargeAdam Byrn "Adamus" Tritthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03146942018135434361noreply@blogger.comBlogger320125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-81532738427052261402012-06-04T11:00:08.666-04:002012-06-04T11:00:08.666-04:00Been reading this blog for awhile but i have been ...Been reading this blog for awhile but i have been lazy to drop a comment and say thanks. That ends these days: Thanks mate!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-8406763331015875172011-12-06T18:45:45.788-05:002011-12-06T18:45:45.788-05:00I like... a lotI like... a lotGemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01057549335218892694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-51106919128656878742011-11-29T21:25:18.249-05:002011-11-29T21:25:18.249-05:00This made me weep. Fully worthy of Hafiz.This made me weep. Fully worthy of Hafiz.Sewa Yolemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736250662604561083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-53483205652521890062011-11-07T16:36:21.887-05:002011-11-07T16:36:21.887-05:00I just read this again.
"I want to see your ...I just read this again.<br /><br />"I want to see your Grandmother, forever."<br /><br />Second paragraph. Last line. That was as far as I got. I can't read this now. Or, maybe, ever.<br /><br />How old Sadie is will always be the number of years of your absence. One for one, one for one. On and on and on. Forever.Adam Byrn "Adamus" Tritthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03146942018135434361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-49257033278783570142011-09-30T01:08:43.342-04:002011-09-30T01:08:43.342-04:00And this is the year I add my own wife to the list...And this is the year I add my own wife to the list of this who have passed. This year I walk for her, say her name, recite the prayers, cry.<br /><br />5/22/58 to 9/8/11 <br /><br />Goodnight Sweetheart. I do so very much love you.Adam Byrn "Adamus" Tritthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03146942018135434361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-81547824654797449892011-09-14T13:56:40.320-04:002011-09-14T13:56:40.320-04:00Damn. Someone is slicing onions again.Damn. Someone is slicing onions again.Sewa Yolemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736250662604561083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-34329693669269461692011-06-01T10:47:19.205-04:002011-06-01T10:47:19.205-04:00This made me feel incredibly sunny and not a littl...This made me feel incredibly sunny and not a little wistful. Lovely poem.Sewa Yolemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736250662604561083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-38246784932362580182011-05-31T16:14:34.185-04:002011-05-31T16:14:34.185-04:00Indeed.Indeed.Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-69429801945752501732011-05-31T09:25:02.292-04:002011-05-31T09:25:02.292-04:00Chilling and powerful.Chilling and powerful.Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10946018217208147784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-87470774687829831772011-05-12T14:19:32.049-04:002011-05-12T14:19:32.049-04:00That last line just slays me every single time. Ju...That last line just slays me every single time. Just love it.Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10946018217208147784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-79435108945293819942011-03-13T08:35:09.753-04:002011-03-13T08:35:09.753-04:00We have a part dingo Austrailian Cattle dog here i...We have a part dingo Austrailian Cattle dog here in the house and I just love her vocalizations. She also barks like a fool at all thing (including my arrival at home - Are you embarrassed now? that you barked at me?) I have a bird waker uper. I think it's a mocking bird. The bird could use adjusting too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-67288632229727532292011-02-06T22:17:50.329-05:002011-02-06T22:17:50.329-05:00Wonderful! I wish I had had an introduction to my ...Wonderful! I wish I had had an introduction to my family like this one.Jenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589550267781293462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-15894771415047124372010-11-23T19:41:59.585-05:002010-11-23T19:41:59.585-05:00What an amazing piece this is. You've done som...What an amazing piece this is. You've done something quite remarkable—you've expressed the inexpressible.Sewa Yolemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736250662604561083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-80104404022376014952010-09-25T00:19:26.371-04:002010-09-25T00:19:26.371-04:00As usual a brilliant and insightful blog.
I will...As usual a brilliant and insightful blog. <br /><br />I will never understand the hubris that allows mankind to believe that execution is anything less than murder. If we are to be judged by some Omnipotent God, I believe the first question he will ask is "why do you think you had the right to mess with my plan, the one you profess to believe? Do you not think that choosing the time of death for one soul was any less hateful than the crime that also used undeserved power to choose a time of death?" If, as I believe we will be judged by our own merits and Karma, then we will ask the same question of ourselves.<br /><br />As you pointed out, first we built the warehouses to keep our prisoners, then we complain about keeping our prisoners. In the huge cost of keeping the warehouse, keeping one more alive costs less than the millions spent on the appeals lawyers put forward and jokingly given as a right to the judged. Either way each person pays - we pay to kill him or to house him. The true cost is the belief that we, "the other", are less violent because we use a "kinder, gentler" way of murder. We the people are paying dearly for that belief, just look around at our youth, they are paying for the sins of the fathers with their own distorted sense of right and wrong. <br /><br />Yes, Karma is a bitch sometimes, and also deserved.Drala Treasurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12139771296093884120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-29741241039407091772010-09-06T15:38:02.522-04:002010-09-06T15:38:02.522-04:00I've always actually preferred baggers, to be ...I've always actually preferred baggers, to be honest, but I understand your angst. My favorite part of the experience up here comes from the cashier. "How many bags did you use?" she asks, so she can tally the discount my local chain offers per bag. It's a tricky question, since I don't take a bag census and I didn't bag the groceries.TPWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03264842579175313715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-88314206452082520162010-08-29T10:08:42.865-04:002010-08-29T10:08:42.865-04:00Thank you for sharing your story, Adam.
The rabbi ...Thank you for sharing your story, Adam.<br />The rabbi sounds like he was so understanding. My heart goes out to you in this time of remembrance.Susan McAlpinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-20283373422214564212010-08-29T10:07:51.991-04:002010-08-29T10:07:51.991-04:00Thank you, Adam. Thank you, Craig.Thank you, Adam. Thank you, Craig.Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-31998514333033670482010-08-29T08:07:17.735-04:002010-08-29T08:07:17.735-04:00werewulf has left a new comment on your post "...werewulf has left a new comment on your post "Yahrzeit": <br /><br />Hey Twin,<br /><br />We had mac and cheese when my mom died too. In fact there are two times in my life when I remember people bringing me enormous amounts of mac and cheese (and hotdogs actually) and that was when my mom died and when my first child was born. There's some sort of interesting circle there.<br /><br />Anyway, August 29... that's MY mom's birthday, the day after my eldest daughter's birthday and one of the two days left in this world when I stop to talk to mom and tell her about my life. Try and get some sort of perspective on how I'm doing... is she proud? Disappointed? No guesses.<br /><br />Shared pain lessened, yadah yadah yadah. Here's my story, not as detailed as yours, but I'm crying for both our moms right now. http://werewulf.livejournal.com/8348.html<br /><br />Love you Twin!Adam Byrn "Adamus" Tritthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03146942018135434361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-91698557169822431632010-08-28T21:49:37.250-04:002010-08-28T21:49:37.250-04:00Adam, what a poignant and tender description of yo...Adam, what a poignant and tender description of your mother's death. Thank you for sharing it.Lilylouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02328027965155428624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-14223485537422367642010-08-28T08:30:57.775-04:002010-08-28T08:30:57.775-04:00Wonderful.Wonderful.Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-42193567925302767092010-08-12T12:07:38.317-04:002010-08-12T12:07:38.317-04:00So powerful, Adam. And Mali, I really appreciate t...So powerful, Adam. And Mali, I really appreciate this comment.Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-62061628840573695532010-08-04T22:41:59.418-04:002010-08-04T22:41:59.418-04:00A beautiful, painful post.
I'm hesitant to sa...A beautiful, painful post.<br /><br />I'm hesitant to say this, but can't not say it as someone who cannot have children. 1) open adoptions are increasingly common, and enable families to stay in touch, and the children to know where they come from, and 2) your son and his girlfriend are going to give a very sad couple the most beautiful gift they could possibly give.Malihttp://aseparatelife.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-59679544882809241992010-08-04T12:43:44.972-04:002010-08-04T12:43:44.972-04:00Powerful words, from him and you. I wept with rec...Powerful words, from him and you. I wept with recognition as I read the poem, and with grief that I am closer to 53 years older than my daughter; I'll be lucky to see grandchildren. And then I wept with grief for you. No one can make this decision but them, and pressure to decide a certain way would be disastrous, but I hope for your sake that they change their minds. Maybe when they hold their little one they will.Amyhttp://sermonsinstones.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-60846125896191885402010-08-04T12:11:58.233-04:002010-08-04T12:11:58.233-04:00very moving, and my heart sends you warm healing e...very moving, and my heart sends you warm healing energy - HeatherDrala Treasurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12139771296093884120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30555458.post-88021386566507012602010-08-04T11:38:14.063-04:002010-08-04T11:38:14.063-04:00Wonderful. Sad. Wondrous sad.Wonderful. Sad. Wondrous sad.Sewa Yolemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736250662604561083noreply@blogger.com