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Nick's father dies  / MOM

SIM FREDERICK MCCARTY PASSED AWAY sATURDAY MORNING ABOUT 4 A.M. JUNE 20,2009. HE LOOKED FORWARD TO SEEING AND BEING WITH NICHOLAS. HE DIED OF NATURAL CAUSES AFTER COMPLICATIONS OF A BROKEN LEFT SHOULDER AND 3 BROKEN RIBS SUSTAINED IN A FALL. FATHER AND SON SHARED THE SAME NAME ,A LIFE TOGETHER IN THEIR HOME, A LOVE OF SPORTS,AND GREAT LOVE FOR EACH OTHER,THEIR FAMILY AND THE WORLD AROUND THEM.

"White Ashes"  / NAN THE MCCARTY'S
              
"WHITE ASHES"
from Rennyo's Letters

translated by Hisao Inagaki et al

<Revised April 1, 2000>

When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life, I realize that, from beginning to end, life is impermanent like an illusion. We have not yet heard of anyone who lived ten thousand years. How fleeting is a lifetime!
Who in this world today can maintain a human form for even a hundred years? There is no knowing whether I will die first or others, whether death will occur today or tomorrow. We depart one after another more quickly than the dewdrops on the roots or the tips of the blades of grasses. So it is said. Hence, we may have radiant faces in the morning, but by evening we may turn into white ashes.
Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breath stops forever. Then, our radiant face changes its color, and the attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms is lost. Family and relatives will gather and grieve, but all to no avail?
Since there is nothing else that can be done, they carry the deceased out to the fields, and then what is left after the body has been cremated and has turned into the midnight smoke is just white ashes. Words fail to describe the sadness of it all.
Thus the ephemeral nature of human existence is such that death comes to young and old alike without discrimination. So we should all quickly take to heart the matter of the greatest importance of the afterlife, entrust ourselves deeply to Amida Buddha, and recite the nembutsu.
Humbly and respectfully.



THIS IS A TERRIBLE TIME IN OUR LIVES  / Mother

We are coming up to 4 years without Nick,  This anniversary starts early and stays late.

IT'S SO HARD TO SAY GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY

  • How do I say goodbye to what we had?
  • The good times that made us laugh
  • Outweigh the bad.
  • I thought we'd get to see forever
  • But forever's gone away,
  • It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
  • I don't know where this road is going to lead.
  • All I know is where we've been
  • And what we've been through.
  • If we get to see tomorrow
  • I hope it's worth all the wait
  • It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
  • And I'll take with me the memories
  • To be my sunshine after the rain
  • It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
  • And I'll take with me the memories
  • To be my sunshine after the rain
  • It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterdzy.

Sunday,May 31,2009

When I Die.....  / JULIE (translated from ancient )

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When I die...



When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down

it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time

~RUMI, ghazal number 911, translated May 18, 1992, by Nader Khalili
HE-IS-GONE / MOTHER Nick-Mccarty's-mom (angel Nick's-mom )


Nicholas.I-Miss-You

I-have-lost-a-life-----not-my-own.But-it-would-have-been-easier-to-have-lost-my-own-life-Than-to-have-lost-the-life-I-loved-more-than-my-own,

Thank-you-Sascha

 


THOUGHTS-OF-NICHOLAS / MOMMY



MY-NICHOLAS-WAS-a-part-of-me.--Whether-I-choose-to-call-his-shared-life-with-me-a-long-time-together-or-brief;-nothing-can-take-away-the-specialness-of-having-been-allowed-to-give-life-to-Simeon-Nicholas-McCarty----who,in-his-leaving------------has-given-the-,,miracle-of-life-more-meaning..---What-if-I-had-never-had-him-at-all?

I-shared-with-the-world-in-anticipating-his-arrival,splashed-about-his-entry-on-that-beautiful-July-morning-1979,and-grew-and-enjoyed-him-as-he-grew-through-the-years.-Our-lives-were-not-rosy-but-special-and-precious.---He-and-I-,mother-and-son.with-its-unique-relationship-EXISTED,we-WERE.--That-special-time,and-my-special-Nick-Man-will--always-live-in-my-heart-and-my-memory.

 

Wednesday April-29,2009

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