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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Photos of the Northern Lights in Norway always remind me of Brendan. Some believed that the northern lights would wink back if you w...
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Friend, Will you sit with me for awhile And listen to the song of my despair? You see, a chunk of my heart has been taken. It was...
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Early Solstice Morning, coming out of a fitful sleep, not quite awake.... I hear Brendan's voice. He says nonchalantly, "We chan...
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