It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I happened upon a old cage. With time spent and a little care, the rust is washed away and is tuned a lovely silver. I brought with me a pen and ink. I wished to sit within the place and pull with me some green. So, as the star shines in the dome above I write a song to those I love. A light wind pulls to the side a falling glitter which shines most beautiful in the night. A giggle is heard in memory.I sit about to write. but the page is nicht dort. And I sit. Ich denke. I stare. Ich suche. I smile. After a pause, I look up and the bars of silver have organized themselves into a long windy path towards a city in the cloud. Es is schön. Though not yet attainable. Though i feel a pang of hurt at this idea of exclusion, I cannot muster the energy to crawl fast enough. The pathway is sweet. Blumen, Bäume. es reichen. alles schmeckt gut. Ich bin glücklich. Manchmal some things look more bright at the moment than those things yet to be. but things unseen are thrusting me forward, and I do not resist because I feel something known and good which has been placed aside for a time. I have seen a Löwe, have conversed with ein Frosch. The moment is unique. there can be only one, but there need be only one. And so I continue. The atmosphere is slightly imbalanced. Though, expected. in this moment I stand between here and there. Perhaps a little lost.But now is the time to decide what to be. And the place is quiet and calm...so there is time to think before the kurtz runnway at the end. I think by then I will have the mind to float rather than dive in. And this thought is what makes me smile. For there will be those I love. Sie warten. Springen Sie. Laufen Sie. Am Morgen ich komme. Es is führ.

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i had a dream today.it was raining outside. and I ran out there...but it was not raining.i lay down on the grass and waited. suddenly it began to pour. but i couldn't feel the weight of the water on me. strange. I opened my eyes and peered at the drops. really looked.thereupon the gaze i knew and not only felt the reasons for fuzzy sensation.they were all bubbles. small. weightless. and when they touched my skin, they burst. it only left a small mist even though they came down faster and faster...those that touched the slivers of grass. they bounced around me. like a dance. i looked up. my eyes. they felt blue. but the more intently i looked. i knew they started to shine green.better. beautiful...i awoke with a smile. I think i saw a star burst of light.

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Somehow something struck me in the heart last night and I wanted so badly to talk to you or just put my head on your shoulder and it would have been nice to have you there beside me while I rode the Sbahn around the town for an hour. Just sitting there and thinking of things that were past...of things that are in the future. I don't think we would need to talk, it would have been nice to just be together. Or, if talking came to be, it would be natural and wholesome. Good and full of inspiration for something better and more good. And perhaps we would chuckle a little, because yesterday was not a time nor had the atmosphere of loud laughter. If you were to look in my eyes, perhaps you would see a history of a few years going back full of images of you and the laugh-lines would make your lips turn up just a little and you would smile at a memory. I would not need to ask what it was because I would recognize it in your particular look. And then, if you happened to fall asleep to the gentle hum of the engine and wheels below, you might have a single watery tear roll down your cheek, and then perhaps it would be a little confusing to me rather it was for something good or if it happened just because your eye was dry and needed a dewy moisture. When you wake up, your eyes would be blue as blue and I would think perhaps of the ocean. But you would be there...on a sail boat and I would be looking out over the sea while you turned the guide north.And suddenly the moon would shine and we would be following the reflected path until we found a patch of green...which would have star dust on small slivers of grass. A cloud would be our soft bed and when the warm sunbeams touched our toes we would slowly open our eyes. The air would be crisp, but not chilly. And we would be sitting in a tree that smells of lemon and peppermint.

-sas

June's Thanksgiving: Looking Back to Explain a Continued Joy.

Left to Right: Back: Andrea (sister-in-law:Lorenzon: Abe's wife) and Lucy (A+A daughter), Abraham (3), Benjamin (6), Daniel (brother-in-law:Soderberg:Rachel's husband), Naomi (1). Middle: Faith (7), Hannah (8), LeeAnn (mother), Samuel (12), Gary (father), Rachel (4), Tynelle (sister-in-law:Smith:Joseph's wife), Eliza (J+T daughter), Joseph (2). Front: Hope (10), Martha (11), Sarah (5), Eve (9).* [Taken down by the river on the Denzer property: Vernal, Utah 22 November 2007 by cousin Alison Weber].

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Today Brother Anderson was speaking about families. Half-way through his talk, he told a Japanese tale of a poor man and a rich man. The rich man was boasting of his wealth to the poor man and was surprised when the poor man said that he was richer than he. “What? How is that so? Let us compare our riches in the town square on the morrow!” They agreed to meet at 12:33 pm. The next afternoon, the rich man brought into the square all of his treasures: gold, silver, wood work, art, etc. It appeared that the poor man forgot to bring his things. “Pray tell, where are your riches? You say you are richer than I, yet you have nothing!” The poor man gestured to the right side, back, and to the left side. “There is nothing more important than a soul. All these here are my children, their children, and their children’s children. I believe I am more richly endowed than you.” The rich man broke down in tears as he realized that he really had nothing that could bring him true happiness. He had no wife or children. He realized that in the end his possessions would be left behind whereas the poor man would carry on forever his family relations.

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Well, I guess this just made me think of how blessed we all are. So, who cares if you grew up never getting a chicken breast or eating only one candy cane out of a box of 12! Think of all the good times! Like swinging in the trees, eating dozens of homemade cookies, watermelon seed spitting wars, feeding little Sam lemon juice to watch his facial reactions, husking the corn, raking rocks, running outside to gather all the clothes off the line just as a storm starts, fly-swatting contests, cleaning the house in record time because “someone was coming over” only to find out that was not necessarily true, everyone dancing to Enya (especially dad), 5 bowls of caramel popcorn on a Sunday afternoon, search parties for the little newborn goats that got lost out in the bushes, playing ‘dead man, dead man come alive!,’ Green Ghosts and Goblins, jumping on the trampoline with a tether ball, hurdling over the trampoline frame until you biff it, scooting dolls around in our makeshift ‘cars’ (Sunday shoes), trying not to laugh as dad stared each of us in the eyes and said, “who’s to blame?” Oh, and collectively eating a gallon jar of pickles in one afternoon…

(Silliest Face Award goes to: Samuel Helaman! ...maybe next time Joe.)

*(Denzer Children birth order)

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Grandpa

I love this because it gives a wonderful picture and description of who Grandpa was. He had Brown eyes and hair and weighed 155 lbs. He stood at a height of 5 ft 7 in. That is neat.

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This is an image of the right thumb print of Grandpa Robert Denzer. It comes from a certificate which identified Robert Denzer as a "certified airman" by the Civil Aeronautics Administration.