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- my friend Marianne
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
"New Short Film" Update
So, a while back I told you about the short film I helped out on in North Carolina and mentioned it was going to be submitted to the Highbridge Film Festival at Asbury College.
Well, I just realized I never updated the blog with the results.
Eric, the writer/director/producer/do-everything guy on the project, got word that the judges wanted a couple of cuts. They told Eric that he could resubmit after those changes were made. He and I made the changes and resubmitted. It was not accepted into the competition.
Guess it was just too edgy...
Well, I just realized I never updated the blog with the results.
Eric, the writer/director/producer/do-everything guy on the project, got word that the judges wanted a couple of cuts. They told Eric that he could resubmit after those changes were made. He and I made the changes and resubmitted. It was not accepted into the competition.
Guess it was just too edgy...
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
In Remembrance
After two years, my Dad finally has a cross in Henderson's Central Park.
See, the American Legion Post in Henderson helps organize a Memorial Day remembrance in Central Park where a white cross is placed in the ground for every Henderson County resident who served in the armed forces and has passed away. The don't have to have died during a conflict, just have to have served. As a result, my Dad, a Navy veteran, is now represented in the sea of crosses.
As it stands, there are 3,800 or so crosses. And what an image that is.
So, this past weekend, I went home to remember my Dad. Actually, it isn't the only time I remember him. That happens everyday, but I wanted to be sure that his cross was there (it hadn't been the previous two years). And there it was. And it hurt to look at it.
But it usually hurts to think of him. Even thinking of the good times hurts because I know those are gone.
As a result the Duncan family gathering on Saturday hurt, too. But it was a good time.
Does that make sense?
My Dad has a large family, as you might have read about elsewhere in this blog. So the gatherings now require a large venue. This year? The local Knights of Columbus Hall.
That last paragraph made me remember something. Before this weekend, when anyone would asked what I had planned, I would say that I was going to a gathering of my Dad's family. But that's not correct. I actually went to a gathering of MY family on my Dad's side. What's so great about them is they really love each other, they care about one another, and since Dad's death, they have made every effort to make sure my Mom continued to feel like part of the family. And I think she does, and is so grateful for it.
Sometimes it's hard because my uncle Tony is almost a splitting image of my Dad. Of course, that makes it nice, too. But I love him for things other than that. I love them all and hate I don't see them that often.
It's just a really great family. I wish I were closer to them. It would be nice to see them more often.
But even being so far away, it's great to know that I have them.
See, the American Legion Post in Henderson helps organize a Memorial Day remembrance in Central Park where a white cross is placed in the ground for every Henderson County resident who served in the armed forces and has passed away. The don't have to have died during a conflict, just have to have served. As a result, my Dad, a Navy veteran, is now represented in the sea of crosses.
As it stands, there are 3,800 or so crosses. And what an image that is.
So, this past weekend, I went home to remember my Dad. Actually, it isn't the only time I remember him. That happens everyday, but I wanted to be sure that his cross was there (it hadn't been the previous two years). And there it was. And it hurt to look at it.
But it usually hurts to think of him. Even thinking of the good times hurts because I know those are gone.
As a result the Duncan family gathering on Saturday hurt, too. But it was a good time.
Does that make sense?
My Dad has a large family, as you might have read about elsewhere in this blog. So the gatherings now require a large venue. This year? The local Knights of Columbus Hall.
That last paragraph made me remember something. Before this weekend, when anyone would asked what I had planned, I would say that I was going to a gathering of my Dad's family. But that's not correct. I actually went to a gathering of MY family on my Dad's side. What's so great about them is they really love each other, they care about one another, and since Dad's death, they have made every effort to make sure my Mom continued to feel like part of the family. And I think she does, and is so grateful for it.
Sometimes it's hard because my uncle Tony is almost a splitting image of my Dad. Of course, that makes it nice, too. But I love him for things other than that. I love them all and hate I don't see them that often.
It's just a really great family. I wish I were closer to them. It would be nice to see them more often.
But even being so far away, it's great to know that I have them.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Disappointed
While I don't like to celebrate my birthday, I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed and hurt that my sister forgot my birthday this year.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Quote of the Day - 5/7/08
"Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one -- Live your dream."
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