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| Theresa Ward was born and raised in Sacramento, California, where she spent her Catholic school upbringing penning mystery stories and writing and directing her own one-act plays. Needless to say, the fourth grade audience responded. These plays, shorts, poems and unfinished novels followed her into film school at the University of California, Santa Cruz. It was here that she fell in love with screenwriting, and the affair has turned into one hell of a romance. Theresa currently works as a freelance writer, specializing in commercial treatments, script coverage/doctoring, Internet virals and screenwriting. Despite the sleepless nights, hopeless perfectionism, constant daydreaming and future case of carpal tunnel, she wouldn’t have it any other way. |
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| ::04:02:08::
::: My Goodbyes :::
How do I find the strength today
To grasp goodbyes that bend and sway?
A handy-man, a father,
A companion, a brother.
A lap to sit on when I was young;
A shoulder to lean on as time grew on.
A gardener, a worker,
A golfer, a husband.
My heart doesn’t have the heart to say
To the man who helped to guide my way.
A reader, a champion,
A smiler, a gentleman.
A source of knowledge for me to turn;
A long life from which to learn.
A pilot, a son,
A fan, a storyteller.
I sit and think, but the words don’t form.
I know I must, but I still am torn.
A counselor, a taste-tester,
An architect, a builder.
From odds and ends you made treasures I love;
Magician’s hands disguised in garden gloves.
A healer, a craftsman,
A thinker, a comic.
All these facets lived in him.
No one word because he was many men.
So, in turn, I say to them,
Goodbye my friend, my hero, my grandfather Glen.
Written by: ~ Tess Sebast |
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