I processed this to look as old as the old photo that eventually faded on my office wall. My favourite spot and I used a film effect filter amongst other processing as it belongs to another time. That time has passed but I continue to make new memories here because I go here still and I just remember....good times. Happy memories both old and new..

...never out of my heart...

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Consonance and dissonance.

I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.

I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.

Arthur Retton Gopal:

Garbed in an untucked aquamarine full sleeve shirt buttoned at the cuff and brown pants with a patchwork on the knee done with a strip of check-designed cloth, he could be lingering aimlessly along the streets of Trivandrum, like a vagabond. He very much resembled the infamous dictator Idi Amin of Uganda. A slow walker, he moved as if he's labouring to carry along his potbelly.

In earlier days, Trivandrum Corporation used bullock carts to clear litter on the streets. It's known as a curious spectacle to the people of those days that the bullock stops on their own whenever they see garbage. Like those bullock, Arthur Retton Gopal used to stop right in front of those 'Adults Only' movie posters at the roadside and appear lost staring at them, while passersby giggled and laughed at him. He's never in a hurry, and I am sure he was rambling aimlessly.

Not many know that he's a great pianist. The great musician K.J. Yesudas who identified his talent, brought him to Trivandrum from Chennai to work as a tutor in his Tharanganisari School of Music. I have heard that he lost his balance after his dear wife ditched him and fled with her lover, following which he turned to intoxicants and womanizing. Some say she gave him the elbow, fed up with his bad habits. Anyway, I have never found him drunk, though he 'appears' inebriated. He lost his job in Tharanganisari School, accused of 'misbehaviour' with his female students, and though exceptionally talented, he lived alone in poverty.

At that time, one day, I got a call from Trivandrum Doordarshan (T.V. service broadcaster run by the Government of India) asking me whether I am ready to do a Western music program for them. I agreed, and as I met the producer, I suggested some variety to the show by introducing my Nigerian friend Chima and my dance tutor Mr John. Chima Nokenne is a Football player and musician who can play the guitar and croon, while Mr John, known more as 'Baldie uncle', is familiar with old songs. Chima selected the song ' Ready Steady Go', released as a single by a Nigerian Band named The Semicolons, which incidentally has the lead played by his guitar tutor. Baldie uncle selected the 1940 song 'Besame Mucho', the 1945 song 'The Falling Leaves', and the Jerry Vale version of 'Always In My Heart'.

Chima provided me with an SP record of his song to prepare the sheet music for the orchestra.

Then came the unsought obstacle. Though I am familiar with the songs and Baldie uncle can sing his songs, we didn't have a copy of all the three songs he selected. When it dawned on me, and as I almost decided to forgo the plan to include those old three songs, I suddenly remembered Arthur.

Eureka! I am sure he knows all those old melodies by heart. I set out to find him. My search started from the streets, where I usually see him ogling at movie posters. The person always sighted on the roads suddenly appeared to have vanished. Subsequently, I came to know that he's then working as a piano tutor in the Indo-French cultural centre of the French Embassy. I succeeded in meeting him and informed him of the help that I need from him. I told him that I would be back within a couple of days, and he assured me that he would be at his workplace in the daytime and join me whenever I find it convenient. He kept asking me whether I could find a young female crooner to complete some work he's assigned to do for Kerala Tourism. I was very well aware of his 'notoriety' that even being just a teenager; I didn't believe his assignment story.

The next task was to find a piano that works well in an ideal place. I remembered a sweet Anglo-Indian girl who had a crush on me and recalled that she had once invited me home to see her old grand piano. Contacted her, sought her dad's permission and fixed a date for the recording.

All set, I approached the Indo-French cultural centre office and sought permission to meet Mr Arthur. To my dismay, they informed me that he left the job the very next day I met him.

Crestfallen, I caught an autorickshaw and proceeded towards the house where I planned the recording. Since they were waiting for me, I have to tell them of the dropped plan. Dazed in confusion and disappointment, I didn't see the road that we drove through. Abruptly I notice that the rickshaw has reached the place where I usually see Mr Arthur. There he is! Ogling at a large, lewd poster of some third-rate movie from close quarters!. I screamed "Stop!" that the startled driver nearly lost control of the vehicle. The vehicle screeched to a halt, and clinging to it; I pulled Arthur inside. Before he could understand what's happening, we reached the house, just a few meters from where I found him.

Baldie uncle was eagerly waiting for us at the house, along with the family.

Arthur got seated right in front of the piano, and I had the recorder set to record the music. His fingers brushed the keys, and he scoffed that many keys are out of tune. To and fro, his fingers wafted over the keys like a butterfly as we watched in awe. I made the singer Baldie uncle sit right beside him.

We started with 'Always In My Heart ', and to my embarrassment, Baldie uncle kept singing without checking the tempo. Before I could stop the recording and request a restart, I saw Arthur's right hand in a flash fall on Baldie uncle's thigh, and along with a spank yell, "Stop, you idiot!". Red-faced, Baldie uncle felt badly insulted as it happened right in front of many people. As they started arguing, I donned the role of a referee in the boxing ring.

Arthur stated that he would leave if Baldie uncle opens his mouth to sing again and Baldie uncle, to save his face, declared, "I won't sing if he plays the piano". What a relief! I did the recording without vocals, thanked the family, and left the house with Arthur. I took him to a vegetarian hotel where he had a set of Parotta, Vada, and tea. I asked where I should leave him. From his body language, I knew that he didn't have an answer. Yet, he mentioned a rookery, where I dropped him before dropping Rs.50 (about a dollar those days) into the pocket of his favourite or probably his only aquamarine shirt.

A few days later, I heard that the second time too, he lost his tutor job accused of misbehaving with female students. People avoided him, and he lived secluded, the rest of his life.

Many years later, or rather a few years back, his death was reported in mainstream media with the prominence it deserved.

Always In My Heart : Always In My Heart

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

~John Donne

© All rights reserved. No usage allowed in any form without the written consent of Mim Eisenberg.

Love is stronger than death, even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries, it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death. ~ Anonymous

rest in peace tia ana ♥ thinking of you tio marcos, sole and melissa ♥

I was checking out contact photos the other day and came across a photo my contact Kerri had posted of her cat Jimmy, who'd passed away awhile ago.

Kerri commented on how tough it was to get over her loss, even after all that time, and I immediately felt a lump in my throat. I can SO identify!

Including the current feline residents here on the farm, we've had 22 cats. Each with their own unique personalities.

I've loved them all, but Leo and Floydd hold a most special place in my heart. It seems that not a day goes by I don't find myself still missing them.

Sassafras

Charleston, South Carolina

March 26, 2012

#TributeToMyBabyGirl #RIPFebruary2017

#AlwaysInMyHeart #UnconditionalLove

#SashaAzevedo #photographer

Sassafras

Charleston, South Carolina

July 28, 2013

#TributeToMyBabyGirl #RIPFebruary2017

#AlwaysInMyHeart #UnconditionalLove

#SashaAzevedo #photographer

One of the digital drawings M did when we lost our dear Elliot.

Very cool~

Lou - 5th Motif Venitu

To Raurus,

Thank you for enriching our lives for so many years.

You will always be in our hearts, and I will never forget all the joy, unconditional love and companionship that I had the privilege to experience.

Even when I worked late, you waited up for me, and refused to go and sleep until I came to tuck you in.

On the day we met.

Amongst all the puppies, I immediate knew you were the one, and you immediately chose me as well. I actually woke up on that day, and knew that I could go and find you waiting for me and come home with my dog.

You were always by my side, and I miss you so much...

Your best friend, Martin.

Bai Ling : I don't understand why you carry on so with women.

If you meet one good woman, isn't she enough? Why delay time?

Chow Mo-wan : A man like me has nothing but time.

I need to find people to meet my needs.

Bai: You treat people like time-fillers?

Chow: Not really. Sometimes, I lend my time to others.

Bai: What about tonight? Are you borrowing my time or am I borrowing yours?

- 2046, a film by Wong Kar-wai

Sassafras

Charleston, South Carolina

March 11, 2012

#TributeToMyBabyGirl #RIPFebruary2017

#AlwaysInMyHeart #UnconditionalLove

#SashaAzevedo #photographer

A few days ago Pirate went to heaven. I rescued her about 10 years ago with a broken hip, full of fleas, still lactating from having a litter and we never knew what happened to her puppies, she weighed about 26 pounds. Today, she had weighed about 65 pounds and full of life. She gave so much and was the best dog. Her bad hip had gotten worse and her legs began to get unstable due to arthritis and complications of her original injury. She was on the best medication to keep the pain at bay. During the summer I knew she wouldn't be here much longer. I figured this Christmas would be her last and she did not quite make it. She couldn't get up the other day without help. I knew the time had come. She had a great night with pizza crust and vanilla ice cream. Yes, her two favorite treats and she was so happy. The vet came to the house and got her to rest deeply and soundly and we said goodbye. Bob was there to say goodbye too while he continues to look for her around the house. Hearts are broken.

If you take from nature, please give something back.

For my son, the only person in the world I love, Happy Birthday! Now go out and party! Oh...be safe...can't help it...I'm a Mommy :)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztoSUhbNntQ&feature=related The Beatles Birthday...fun version of course!

Explore #212 13 July 2009 Thank you for visiting and your best wishes for my son!

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yes. i know.

i have a lot of tattoos.

this one is the newest, and for this period in my life, the most meaningful.

this is my rescue tattoo.

it's for all the cats who've been in my life, and who will be in my life. it's for harvey and smilla. for isabel. for frankie. for sarah. for buster. for atari. for floyd. for shackleton.

and for romeo.

i'm very much aware of this new presence on my arm, a newly arrived spirit.

i look down at him, and he looks up at me.

welcome home, little kitty.

~

please check out the artwork of leila hijazi; here's her etsy shop. she's amazing! the piece was inked by cookie at pop's tattoo emporium in kingston, ny. he's pretty amazing too.

Sassafras

Charleston, South Carolina

January 20, 2010

#TributeToMyBabyGirl #RIPFebruary2017

#AlwaysInMyHeart #UnconditionalLove

#SashaAzevedo #photographer

We said goodbye tonight to my baby girl. I knew she wouldn't live forever, but it doesn't make it any easier. It was bloat. My heart is breaking. We were going to celebrate her 15th birthday in two weeks. My house is not the same without her. She was my baby girl.

March 6th - I will never be able to express how much each and everyone of you mean to me. Your words touch my heart. The pain is so raw right now, but I will write to each of you

when I can do it without sobbing. Please know your thoughts and prayers mean the world to me.

But i like this version better

Three hearts that I folded designed by Andrey Lukyanov. The design is called "Always In My Heart". I made these following the video tutorial from Sara Adams of HappyFolding.com. The video can be found here www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW-ocuUNXBA and Sara's website can be found here www.happyfolding.com/

My thanks to Andrey for the design and to Sara for the beautifully clear video.

to my father

Friday May 25th 2012

If my Dad was still alive... we would be celebrating his 90th Birthday today!

It's actually hard to believe or even to try and imagine him at 90...

Sadly Dad passed away 23 years ago this December...

I've just realised too... that I was 23 at the time...

So I've spent half my life with him... and half my life without him...

But truth be know... he is still very much with me and always will be! %-)

Dad was 67 when he died...

This year would have been my parents 67th Wedding Anniversary...

I though that was kind of an interesting coincidence too...

The photo on the left is taken in Quesnel BC Canada at the age of @ 8 or 9...

The photo on the right I took the Christmas before he died...

Dad had a beautiful smile, and that's one of the things I love about both of these photos!

I always make a special point of visiting Dad on his Birthday...

I like to think he's looking down and knows I'm thinking of him...

It give me a nice sense of peace and connection...

I wanted to share this beautiful song by Mike and the Mechanics with you...

It was actually written and released the year that Dad died...

It struck a real chord with me when I first heard it...

I had a bittersweet reaction to it...

It would always make me cry but I loved it so much too.

The Living Years

"I wasn't there that morning

When my father passed away

I didn't get to tell him

All the things I had to say

To admit we don't see eye to eye..."

For all the pain and heartache Dad's illness brought us in in last couple of months...

I was very fortunate to have had the time and opportunity to get to say the things I wanted to say...

To share thoughts and memories of the past and talk about the future that we wouldn't get to share.

It made me appreciate what I had, what I have and to make sure I will always take the time..

To let my family and friends and those I hold dear, know what they mean to me! %-)

This song is a great reminder to all that too...

So I do hope you will take the time to listen! %-)

The Living Years

Today is the first anniversary of my fathers death. I never thought that I would lose one of my parents so early and in such a horrible way. This experience shaped me and changed my life forever. Nothing will ever be the same again.

Last year no day went by that I was not thinking and remembering my father, his strength, his kindness and his good heart. He will always be loved and missed.

I believe that he sees us from above and hope that he is proud of us.

I love and miss you so much...

Until we see us again...

"It Takes A Minute To Find A Special Person, An Hour To Appreciate Them, And A Day To Love Them, But It Takes An Entire Lifetime To Forget Them." ~ Author Unknown. You'll Always Be In My Thoughts, Grande Boss!

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In memory of my friend, Mike Turner, age 87, who today lost his valiant battle with multiple cancers. Years ago I came to him and his wife, Liz, as an administrative helper, and we soon became friends. I will always cherish his intellectual brilliance and our conversations about so many things. I will remember him at the keyboard as he entertained party guests. I will remember how the computer sometimes confounded him (perhaps the only thing that ever did). I will remember his devotion to Liz and his family, his love of birds and flowers, his generosity, his kindness, and his bravery as for years he fought the disease that finally took him today. May his passing bring peace to his family, and may his memory be a blessing to them, as it always will be to me. Like the clouds in the photo, his glow will remain even though his sun has set.

Many people will walk in and out of your life,

But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

~Eleanor Roosevelt

EDIT, 7/13--Here is a memorial website Jamie, one of Mike's sons, just created in memory of his dad.

~ And I also have lost a very good friend, Grace Szczepaniec.

Where to start, I can't quite realize it yet. Our friendship took off after I made a firefly faerie (glow-in-the-dark) special as a tribute to her in 2009, Fuuga / Grace (photo). To my great joy, I literally gave her a little light bright spot in her dark days.

I met Grace about 12 years ago at the beginning of my adventure in the BJD world. Then I founded Charles' Creature Cabinet / CCC. She was an important motivator and inspirator for me. She was also the stimulator that made me want and able to make a comeback at all. She offered me the opportunity to make a new start through her company Jpopdolls.net. We called regularly in those days. I will miss her voice, her laughter, and unconditional support. But also her great legal and business insights and her relentless fight against illegal recasters / copy cats.

Grace gave me a big stage within the BJD community through The Resin Café, a BJD forum and with an extensive interview written by her for Hautedoll (2015) about my comeback.

Because she quickly saw that I could stand on my own two feet with CCC, our contact has decreased somewhat in recent years, but every now and then we sent each other an email. And we both knew that we would always be there for each other if needed.

Dear Grace, thank you for your unwavering support, your warm friendship and for the person you were! I'm going to miss you terribly.

Heaven has gained an angel. Much strength, love and light to her daughter Layla, friends and family in this sad time.

Thank you Layla for continuing your mother's work as a tribute.

💔😥 #rip #goodbyemyfriend #alwaysinmyheart #fuuga #fireflyfaerie #grace #jpopdollsnet #charlescreaturecabinet

Emma Watson , mejor conocida en la saga de harry potter como Hermione <3 es una actriz hermosa que me encanta! , El blend me gusto aver que tal opinan ustedes.

sweet buddy.....i miss you

She was born 18 years ago today.

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In Loving Memory of My Grandmother Beauty may she rest in peace. I Love You.

Thank you for all the memories we created together. You were my yellow muffin, my sunshine and my golden light. You helped me become a better me. You will always have a place in my heart. Rest in peace my friend.

my lovely friend (who lives in the uk) sent us a package, and knowing that i have a heart wall, filled it to the brim with the most beautiful hearts.

and some wonderful new music...and pics of our goddaughter....i wish there was not so much distance between us.

Thank you for all the memories we created together. You were my yellow muffin, my sunshine and my golden light. You helped me become a better me. You will always have a place in my heart. Rest in peace my friend.

Sofia-79ccdv

This was taken in the Fall before my Dad passed away in December 2009. Dad you are always in my heart.

Frankie Thomas (1921–2006) et Armida (1911–1989) dansant la « rhumbonga » dans le film de Jo Graham (1892–1976), « Always in My Heart » (1942).

Tirage photo N/B

19,2 x 22,8 cm

Morgan

Warner Bros.

1942

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