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Feb 4, 2000 You are visitor
Amy & The Three Amigo's 1 /2001


The "Three Amigos" in
3/99 :
Marc, David , and Alex
" United in Heart, Free in
Spirit "
Character...my boys have it in
spades. I thank them for the strength, and the vision that guides me through each
day.
Welcome
to our "world", or rather our net presence of it. As you may have gathered, the
family, is everything to me. It represents all that is good, and provides a springboard
from which we go in to this world. The door is open, the challenges are many, but we step
out with wonderful expectations and dreams. When it closes, the camaraderie, the strength,
and support allow the venturing spirit to be renewed. The world opens again, and we soak
in the sun's Brilliandt rays.

photo by Alex Brilliandt
"Sunset at Home"
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With Thanks and Appreciation:
Those
who touch my life...thank you. You reside in my heart and are more important than words could ever
express.
Especially to Marc and Alex for
ALWAYS being there when I needed. My love
for you two is without measure.
Amy, for my future.

For
Mom: 10/22//25-7/31/00

Are the leaves
truly wondrous, do the trees reach more strident to the skies? Suppose the birds
sing now in choir, or the wind move more musically, and the clouds more playful
in their motion. Has the rain become magical, washing away the reality of time,
and do the stars truly twinkle with every beat, every beat, every beat?
Age then youth in
every sweet breath I take. Wisdom in every step forward. Memories in every blink
of my eyes. And loss now, without you.
More so this
irony now, the teasing of the years. How so I realize in life vibrant, the
passing of it more, the passing of yours, the challenge of mine now to honor
your gift, my existence in this world. I twirl, spin, my head looking up, my
hands out to the blue above.
Hear my cry, feel
it rain, taste the promise of my tears. Let them fall, let them nourish this
earth. Let the grass grow greener still, and my memories of you never fade.
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�2000 David Brilliandt
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