Designing Deliberate Experiences

This is part 2 of 2 in a series about deliberate digital experiences. In the first part I talked about my dilemma as a user in using digital apps and how we might confront our digital lives so that…

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Dear Mom and Dad

| In honor of the 1-year anniversary of my Dad’s passing, I wrote a poem called Dear Mom and Dad.

Pieces of my heart forever lost
Gone the day you left
Not a sun rises without you journeying through my mind
For I know I am forever in your company
No moon falls behind the morning horizon
Without the assurance of your pride
Should you see how far your sons have come

Thank you for the lessons I’ve learned through your absence
I wish I didn’t have to learn so many so fast
I stopped living my life from the viewpoint of a victim
No longer living off the fumes of it

But it still hurts
And I’m still mad, still sad, only now allowing the anger to emerge
Tears released
Compounded grief
And when it comes I feel it
I don’t hide anymore, I welcome it
And I feel the breeze
And know you’re there
And I feel carried away with the promise of a better life
I look back, but don’t stare
I avoid the mistakes you made
And may I forever be conscious of the blood running through my veins
And not allow your wavering missteps to discolor my world view
Or destroy me

Let me be open, let me be loving, let me be confident and bold
Let me take the chances you never took
And may I be brave enough to take the chances you did take
And may my dreams ever unfold and come true
May I create a happy life
And one day at a time carry on safely with compassion in my heart

Thank you for bringing me into this world
Into existence
Into freedom
A gardener and a carpenter
New England-bred wild children of the 60s and 70s
And may I always remember that I came through your love
I came from love
I am love
I’m strong, I’m brave, I’m resourceful
I’m healthy, I’m happy, I’m beyond
I’m lucky

I hope you made it to heaven
I hope heaven is real
And forever by an invisible string
May we be connected
Until we meet again
As light

RIP Dad (7/21/1956–7/30/2016); Mom (12/29/1955–10/03/2001)

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