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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Thursday, January 26, 2012 12:54 PM
It's been a while since I've had a visit with my blog. Trust me, it's not for a lack of emotion (or opinion). Mainly, I think, I needed a breather. An opportunity to sit back and re-evaluate things. To unpack. To sort. To pack. Next Friday (February 3rd) would have been our one year anniversary. I'm sure we would have done something romantic and spectacular, as was always Mike's way. Nothing expensive or overdone. Just he and I being together. |
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Friday, September 30, 2011 11:28 AM
My husband was Finnish and very proud of his heritage. The Finns are quirky. Their traditions a little different. As Mike taught me - they don't say kiss my ass, but instead say "heista nupa" - smell my belly button. One thing about the Finns I admire is what they call Sisu. Google "Sisu" and you'll find a plethora of explanations. Wikipedia states that Sisu is a compound of bravado and bravery, of ferocity and tenacity, of the ability to keep fighting after most people would have quit. |
Death, Love, Widow, grief, loss, Asiala, Bay City, friend, angel, Finnish, Sisu
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Thursday, September 29, 2011 1:41 PM
Seafood? Yuck! It swims in its own feces. Why in God's name would I eat that? Sushi?? Even a bigger yuck. Not only does it swim in its own feces, it isn't even cooked to get rid of some of that nastiness. Nuts??? Yuck! Ever since the whole "crunchy peanut butter" fiasco as a child, not a chance in hell! Red wine???? That's only for communion and, I will confess, and as many of you know, I rarely drink the stuff. Cheap vodka? |
Comedy, Death, Love, Theater, Widow, Pit & Balcony, grief, loss, Asiala, Bay City, friend, opportunity, angel, food, wine
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Wednesday, September 21, 2011 12:16 PM
Fifty-two years ago, my angel arrived on Earth. There was no big fanfare. No parades. No news announcements. Just proud parents Lorraine and Richard Asiala welcoming their first born son, Michael, to this world. All parents hope that their children achieve greatness. They want us to succeed on varying levels and mainly, to be good-hearted human beings, always giving to our fellow man. As is the case with Mike, I'm not so certain people understood how successful he was at doing just that. |
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