It’s that time of the year again, when Poinsettia are everywhere, from Walgreen to Walmart.
I saw it in my Mom’s assisted living back when she was still alive.
That pair-association stuck with me: Mama-Poinsettia.
We have buried in our CPUs millions of those pairings: white-blue/school uniform, fruit-cake/Christmas, peanut butter/GI ration …( in Vietnam, it’s li-xi or lucky money/Tet).
Later in life, we kept Graduation and Wedding pics in albums (soon will be digitized for keepsakes).
Key events that shaped our lives.
Yesterday, I read about the “what if” (they shot JR and not JFK).
And today, N Korea fired a few shots.
For he who holds the hammer, everything looks like a nail.
For me, I did not particularly look for sentimentality. I just need to shop for food.
Then the store displays Poinsettia. Bam! I miss Mom.
BTW, Justin somebody won three American Music Awards. He looks so young.
Is it time to go?
What would be my “poinsettia“? the pairing part of me as commemorated by my kids?
Too early for legacy. But we are a mashed-up of millions of “Pagelinks”, postings and proud moments (the lineage, the literature and the lines we spoke). Call it social graphs.
I am proud to mention that I want to be viewed by what I did not do as much as what I have done. It’s hard to stir clear of harm’s ways and evil ways growing up during war time (President G.W. Bush was on Larry King, via a special video insert, during his parent’s interview, where he confessed to two counts of car wrecking in his youth).
I know I need the sun, because each time it shines and particularly shines on me, I am like sunflowers, soaking and bathing in its heat and light, then in turn, reflect and radiate back the stored energy back to others. It’s my trademark. Ain’t Poinsettia or orchid, and don’t pretend to be. Just sunflowers.
Thang Nguyen 555 