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April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of entities constituting spiritus mundi. Borne aloft into the netherland the body bearing thee soul of Boyce Brandon Harris birth name given to my late father buoyed into the great beyond united with spirit of mine late mother Harriet, whose passing well nigh nineteen orbitz of the earth around the sun. Elysian fields embraced dada's soul which rocketed into aerospace (courtesy General Electric satellite) just a tadpole more than three earth orbitz and a half years ago, when venerated, loved, and celebrated then nonagenarian on par with jumping frog of calaveras county, (whose captor disguised as toad tilly grim reaper) went a courtin for fresh corpse, nevertheless melancholy still plucks mine heart strings. Mine psyche still situated awry placid countenance of yours truly doth belie residual sadness easily prompted can easily trigger me to cry linkedin when grim reaper gloated October 7th, 2020, he did somewhat peacefully die (courtesy congestive heart failure), though methinks immortality I did briefly espy, when miracles of modern medicine tried, but could not stave off mortality nor fortify depredations of aging concerning one (back during his boyhood) a wunderkind, whose accomplishments evinced a lad who pulled out all the stops laudatory when a young handsome guy, whose intelligence scored high native talent aptitude tests did imply, an august presence his person, especially birthday celebrated, lorded over, regaled and touted like fourth of July completely unlike yours truly pitifully jejune existence well nigh. The late polymath and scientifically astute Boyce Brandon Harris exhibited prolific talents at young age aside being scholastically gifted, acquiring graduate degree courtesy Columbia University, freshly minted mechanical engineer, (he admirably ranked within uppermost percentile academically), I hashtag thy mine deceased father (a Renaissance man - jack-of-all-trades), who possessed (née excelled) at diverse creative abilities. Aside from being schooled as mechanical engineer, (which courses in mathematics and science he passed with flying colors) his mind genetically bequeathed to craft almost anything under the sun evidenced first by yours truly, the second offspring and sole son who ofttimes felt intimidated at being in presence of said versatile person. Handicrafts included expending blood, sweat, and tears coercing, fabricating, invoking earth, wind, and fire elements of style to craft multitude of projects; i. building me Flintstone (foot powered) car with wooden license plate ii. making playhouse for all three of us - his progeny; iii. amassing wood pile(s) to stoke wood burning stoves; iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff (two doggone mixed breed Border Collies rescued courtesy youngest sister at her Jacobsburg, Pennsylvania work site); v. constructing sauna in cellar; vi. etching, detailing (al fresco); vii. plus trimming living room ceiling with dainty crown moulding; viii. shingling (while fiddling) on the roof; ix. tiling the kitchen floor; x. building a cistern for brethren, xi. wood paneling many rooms; xii. building custom made toy chest; xiii. stringing up lights to increase visibility driveway lit like Christmas tree after dark; xiv. partly assembled a kayak; xv. Rehabilitated derelict houses in Norristown, Pennsylvania xvi. retooling - enhancing porch with tiles (formerly slate covered), where Morris dancers performed at wedding for eldest sister. Unlike him who did beget me, I experienced cognitive challenges that beset one painfully shy and severely introverted male more to the point as a lad and mediocre student to boot promotion to next highest grade occurred just by the skin of my teeth and analogously, figuratively, and poetically nearly shaved née scalped, butchered of me pilgrim's pride thankfully peach fuzz bewhiskered fine hairs of my chinny chin chin, staved off retention never forcing me to repeat a grade, which may help to explain why I wear dentures, oh... these choppers then worn for about one eighth of mein kampf livingsocial. A sense of inadequacy prevailed, when absolute zero self esteem strikingly and suddenly manifested in tandem when parents moved their young tender family within Lower Providence School District, but into a vaunted larger house (initial summer estate constituted about one hundred acres of woodland - named Glen Elm think Winnie the Pooh - house at Pooh corner). Not quite two score plus ten years spent livingsocial at 324 Level Road (above mentioned abode alluded), and twas there majority mine existential highs and lows, where nadir of mein kampf transpired, I emotionally hit rock bottom upon onset of prepubescence yet major event triggering mine major depression set in motion, when parents chose February 28th, 1968 to move out of shoddily constructed domicile located on Lantern Lane. As shared with Renee Cardone, (the therapist whose virtual sessions linkedin courtesy Doxy.me portal - similar to Zoom), that aforementioned date marked a turning point after which time, I floundered experienced irrevocable mental health issues punctuating my psychological equilibrium with chronic distress, though I forgive father and mother, who unwittingly made decision how uprooting their offspring to move without consulting either yours truly, or older and younger sisterly sibling.

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April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of entities constituting spiritus mundi. Borne aloft into the netherland the body bearing thee soul of Boyce Brandon Harris birth name given to my late father buoyed into the great beyond united with spirit of mine late mother Harriet, whose passing well nigh nineteen orbitz of the earth around the sun. Elysian fields embraced dada's soul which rocketed into aerospace (courtesy General Electric satellite) just a tadpole more than three earth orbitz and a half years ago, when venerated, loved, and celebrated then nonagenarian on par with jumping frog of calaveras county, (whose captor disguised as toad tilly grim reaper) went a courtin for fresh corpse, nevertheless melancholy still plucks mine heart strings. Mine psyche still situated awry placid countenance of yours truly doth belie residual sadness easily prompted can easily trigger me to cry linkedin when grim reaper gloated October 7th, 2020, he did somewhat peacefully die (courtesy congestive heart failure), though methinks immortality I did briefly espy, when miracles of modern medicine tried, but could not stave off mortality nor fortify depredations of aging concerning one (back during his boyhood) a wunderkind, whose accomplishments evinced a lad who pulled out all the stops laudatory when a young handsome guy, whose intelligence scored high native talent aptitude tests did imply, an august presence his person, especially birthday celebrated, lorded over, regaled and touted like fourth of July completely unlike yours truly pitifully jejune existence well nigh. The late polymath and scientifically astute Boyce Brandon Harris exhibited prolific talents at young age aside being scholastically gifted, acquiring graduate degree courtesy Columbia University, freshly minted mechanical engineer, (he admirably ranked within uppermost percentile academically), I hashtag thy mine deceased father (a Renaissance man - jack-of-all-trades), who possessed (née excelled) at diverse creative abilities. Aside from being schooled as mechanical engineer, (which courses in mathematics and science he passed with flying colors) his mind genetically bequeathed to craft almost anything under the sun evidenced first by yours truly, the second offspring and sole son who ofttimes felt intimidated at being in presence of said versatile person. Handicrafts included expending blood, sweat, and tears coercing, fabricating, invoking earth, wind, and fire elements of style to craft multitude of projects; i. building me Flintstone (foot powered) car with wooden license plate ii. making playhouse for all three of us - his progeny; iii. amassing wood pile(s) to stoke wood burning stoves; iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff (two doggone mixed breed Border Collies rescued courtesy youngest sister at her Jacobsburg, Pennsylvania work site); v. constructing sauna in cellar; vi. etching, detailing (al fresco); vii. plus trimming living room ceiling with dainty crown moulding; viii. shingling (while fiddling) on the roof; ix. tiling the kitchen floor; x. building a cistern for brethren, xi. wood paneling many rooms; xii. building custom made toy chest; xiii. stringing up lights to increase visibility driveway lit like Christmas tree after dark; xiv. partly assembled a kayak; xv. Rehabilitated derelict houses in Norristown, Pennsylvania xvi. retooling - enhancing porch with tiles (formerly slate covered), where Morris dancers performed at wedding for eldest sister. Unlike him who did beget me, I experienced cognitive challenges that beset one painfully shy and severely introverted male more to the point as a lad and mediocre student to boot promotion to next highest grade occurred just by the skin of my teeth and analogously, figuratively, and poetically nearly shaved née scalped, butchered of me pilgrim's pride thankfully peach fuzz bewhiskered fine hairs of my chinny chin chin, staved off retention never forcing me to repeat a grade, which may help to explain why I wear dentures, oh... these choppers then worn for about one eighth of mein kampf livingsocial. A sense of inadequacy prevailed, when absolute zero self esteem strikingly and suddenly manifested in tandem when parents moved their young tender family within Lower Providence School District, but into a vaunted larger house (initial summer estate constituted about one hundred acres of woodland - named Glen Elm think Winnie the Pooh - house at Pooh corner). Not quite two score plus ten years spent livingsocial at 324 Level Road (above mentioned abode alluded), and twas there majority mine existential highs and lows, where nadir of mein kampf transpired, I emotionally hit rock bottom upon onset of prepubescence yet major event triggering mine major depression set in motion, when parents chose February 28th, 1968 to move out of shoddily constructed domicile located on Lantern Lane. As shared with Renee Cardone, (the therapist whose virtual sessions linkedin courtesy Doxy.me portal - similar to Zoom), that aforementioned date marked a turning point after which time, I floundered experienced irrevocable mental health issues punctuating my psychological equilibrium with chronic distress, though I forgive father and mother, who unwittingly made decision how uprooting their offspring to move without consulting either yours truly, or older and younger sisterly sibling.