August 25, 2012


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I remember, the day was hot and dry.

The green leaves danced in the tree

From a calm breeze.

The white and red crystal sun catchers hanging from the branches caught the corner of my eye.


Our little girl so bravely walked to her daddy,

With familiar faces gazing upon her.

My father took my hand. My mother met us half way.

The music played, and led me down to you.


Our eyes met. I walked to you, to claim forever.

I brushed a tear from your eye and smiled.

We spoke the words we wrote to declare our love for each other.

I had already felt you were my forever, for awhile.


We danced and held each other like it would be our last;

Even when we knew it was just the beginning.

Forever yours. Forever mine.

Eight years ago; and the sun still shines.


– T. D. O’Grady



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Today the sun will appear;

There would be no other way.

I remember my dear friend

like it was yesterday.

The wind whistles in the trees;

I hear you laughing in its grace.

It will rain tomorrow

As tears roll slowly down my face.

The moon shone above us

As we sang under its light.

Two comrades hand-in-hand

As we danced all through the night.

I look up to the heavens

Where there is no more pain.

And upon the rolling clouds

We will one day dance again.


Thank you Mikie, for making me smile, for complimenting me when I felt bad about myself, for wiping my tears and listening to my problems. Thank you for the many dances and the songs we sang. Thank you mostly for inspiring me to find my goofy side. Goodbye, friend.



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224513_10151083190066947_1701991857_nThe swiveling Arizona heat and orange blossoms circling in the reflection of your eyes.
Thank you for taking us to the heat of the desert in Oliver, Canada.
The consistent energy of your persona; the honesty that surrounded you.
When you spoke, it was of purity, good intention and will.

You loved her passionately; and you now watch her, with honour—from every single sky.
Roland; a name meaning “famous of the land”;
How fitting for a man of true brilliance that extended far beyond his love of nature.
Stoic you were; and stoic you lay to rest.
They all sang in glorious harmony; I am sorry that I could not, and that I could only cry.
I will miss your voice… I promise that in writing, I will always try.

— T. D. O’Grady

Dedicated to my great Uncle Roland. Thank you for being the champion of my true passion and for believing in me. I will miss you terribly. No words can truly explain the feeling.

Wishes in the wind


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We walked along the train tracks
And blew wishes from the dandelions.
She sang about bluebells and held buttercups under my chin.
She was my favourite companion.

The school bell would ring,
And out I would run.
And there waiting in the field for me
Was none other than my Mom.

She’d ask, “Should we go along the tracks today?”
My answer was always, “Yes.”
And off we would go, without much thought.
Blowing wishes to our hearts content.

I’d walk along the rail, sometimes quite far ahead.
And as I grew up, farther away I’d go,
But one thing I always knew:
Even if not in sight, my Mom was always with me; that’s forever true.

T. D. O’Grady