At first I thought this mysterious lonely Rose to be an imitation. I touched it's petals and realized, "wow! it's real! what's a nice rose like you doing in a place like this?" She was a very thirsty Rose when I found her. So I picked up a container, filled it with water and set on a bookshelf like so.As I started to tell people about the rose incident, all made comments about Brendan sending it to me.
A Blog About My Love, Brendan Lai-Wing Leung (Jan 18, 1976- Feb 7, 2018).
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Tuesday, August 7th was 6 months since you've been gone. I cried on and off all day. I had to constantly hide somewhere at work...
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3/22/18 I thought it was insanity and then I found out it was just grief. Brendan, you always thought I was corny, cheesy, or something...
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The sun shining through the crystals in my room are giving Brendan a spectacular halo 😇
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"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too wei...
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"A home altar is a way to pay respect to our ancestors and the world around us. It reminds us that whatever we love is also withi...


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