tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169513616583531329.post2986328739243798895..comments2023-05-09T05:22:45.439-07:00Comments on Bertice Berry--The Art of Living: Day 279; Honoring The AncestorsBertice Berry, PhD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992848810216650626noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169513616583531329.post-69548559614822784082012-10-05T12:18:30.696-07:002012-10-05T12:18:30.696-07:00Thank you so much for thinking of this, my sweet B...Thank you so much for thinking of this, my sweet Bertice. It brought me to tears (again) as I thought of my beloved father, Navranglal Raja. Not a single day goes by that I dont think of him a million times, and the ache in my heart just doesnt seem to subside as our world just isnt the same without him. I loved the safety and security I used to feel as he was just always 'there', and always made you feel like nothing was insurmountable. Daddy, you're forever in my heart... ShreyshreeShreyshreenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169513616583531329.post-19913711268314422442012-10-05T10:31:22.351-07:002012-10-05T10:31:22.351-07:00Thank you so much for sharing your heart. Healing ...Thank you so much for sharing your heart. Healing for me, yourself and others. Remembering and celebrating the life my mother, Odessa, who transitioned seven years ago today. "Missing her" is an understatement. Lifting loving memories of my grandmother Alice; my grandfather Olden; my grandparents who transitioned before my birth, Wilma and Henry; Aunt Kat; Uncle William; Uncle Bill; Uncle Tea; Uncle Allen; Uncle Sidney; "Uncle" Joe; Great Aunts Hattie and Mattie; Cousin Ruby; and my step-mother Patricia. Stephnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169513616583531329.post-44914272505235816982012-10-05T09:28:40.821-07:002012-10-05T09:28:40.821-07:00My father Frank, who died when I was 13 but I reme...My father Frank, who died when I was 13 but I remember stories.<br />My mother Helen, she made BEAUTIFUL wedding cakes.I got my artistic gift from her.<br />My grandparents, all from Poland on both sides. What struggles and tenacity they must have had to come to a "new country" with the clothes on their back....and hope.<br /><br />Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07936726402489486930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169513616583531329.post-22239313876838799992012-10-05T09:17:13.370-07:002012-10-05T09:17:13.370-07:00For the light they brought to our lives: grandma M...For the light they brought to our lives: grandma Maria Teresa, grandpa Antônio, grandma Barbara and my beloved Lucky...with Love and gratitude for all you've giving us in this life...Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15523742036477172368noreply@blogger.com