08:23 May 01 2017
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Our Story con’d…
Right after Lily started playing Second Life with me she heard about people who had SL kids, babies. I would do anything to make my Lily happy and I asked her ‘Lily would you like a Sl baby?’ She did not think I was being serious. A few months later Lily gave ‘birth’ to Anna Lisa Elephas. Like a real baby Anna had to be fed every few hours, diapers changed… they whole baby thing.
Let me back up here a moment. In Sl there are a group of scripters and builders, well here is an insert from there website: In 2007 we decided to bring realism to families.
After 3 years of hard work, the perfect AI child was made. We present: FUNSIES® IntelliGrow® Babies!
FUNSIES® IntelliGrow® Babies are so unique that we're Patent Pending! http://www.funsies.com
I am sure they did not know just how many lives’ they would affect by creating these Ai children, it has been in the thousands. I know one person whose daughter died in real life. How she handles her grief is she has a funsies baby named after her daughter that died. Some cannot have children in real life and get to experience a little of what it is like to be a parent by having a funsie baby.
So, I and Lily have our Anna. As I have shared here Lily has cancer and where we hope to one day have a child for now it’s out of the question. Our day is like any other families day. We wake up and have breakfast, we wash up, brush our teeth, dress for the day. I even do the dishes! I know, right. We might hang at our house or we might go to a Zoo…. Or the Grand Canyon, or fishing in a boat. Recently we went and visited Captain Nemo’s ship… and we been to Paris, Greece… and at night we get ready for bed. Anna really is amazing, her coding, it’s so easy to believe she is real. Anna is 3 now.
The thing is Lily wants to be there every day. And I honestly believe her desire to want to be in Second Life with me and Anna helps her to fight her cancer. And who could ever say that is a bad thing. I want her to fight, I want her to want to be with me and Anna because… I cannot bear the thought of her not being here. I cannot bear the thought of losing Lily to cancer. So all of you that are praying for Lily, for me, PLEASE keep praying and sending all the positive energies our way
Here Our Story, cond…
Here a Father set
a daughter's star on high
And colorless carried away his song
Riches unlooked for lay in a colorful array of leaves at their feet. The ankle deep piles pale blues, silver, and opal. A mirror for the vast autumn sky that hung like gauzy strips of dark cloth pebbled with bright stones that had no names.
The autumn choked forest around the village where they lived hid a sleeping life that refused to stir while the wheel turned beneath this hour of the yellow moon way up high. Though natural, this colorful tableau, the stars seemed too lonely, the clouds too thin. And while still vital, this world was locked in old secrets, and furtive when spied upon.
A season that did not suffer carelessness.
A father’s daughter ran in spurts out in front of her father when the wild spirits took her, or the shadows just ahead seemed to her deepest. Sometimes she stopped and scanned the untouched ground around her for only-she-knew-what. Sometimes she hopped to a sudden stop and yelled as loud as she could to the lofty winds of Night.
"Ai!"
And every time, she would turn back to her father as he caught up, when the pines answered back in meandering, varied voices. Her little face screwed up as if fighting a helpless smile. Mouth a tight 'O' tugging up at the corners.
You could see the beautiful woman she might become in the lines of her barely contained joy, and how it lit her bright blue eyes. So much like her mother Lily she was. A mother who they just learned was not so well. A hideous disease was in Lily’s body, cancer. The little girl yet did not understand that her mother was very sick. Sure she knew her mother did not ran as fast, move as fast as she once did and that her mother slept a lot these days. And the adults had tears in their eyes.
Above, and beyond, the stars broke through the cover of the interlaced tops of evergreens, and past that, the silent range of mountains surrounding there home. Windswept peaks echoed the music from its roots where its children made nightly celebration with fire, song, and dance.
The daughter pulled on her father's sleeve, pointing with her free hand at the many constellations she had learned. Tracing them with her finger with one eye closed to better line up her cosmic art.
"Every star has a story, but when connected, they have a history."
With an alacrity, and frankness only possessed of children, the daughter retold the story of the Serpent just as she remembered it being told to her. Sparing no detail, or description. Hurrying ahead when the foliage obscured the sky-locked beast, and repeatedly poking her fingers at its bejeweled eye - a misted over azure that shone almost too keenly in relation to its neighbors, the little girl's story ran breathlessly unabated.
"Are you not tired yet?" the father interjected.
"If I was, would we stop here and sleep in the leaves?" she chirped back with a slowly spreading grin.
The father shook his head, and supposed not. Breathing a laugh that chilled the air in front of his face, he motioned for his daughter to lead on.
Content to trail in his enthusiasm, knowing she knew the way.
Ensconced in the velvety folds of Night, he stood beneath his red maned tree, and breathed his first truly free breaths in what seemed like days.
High above, untouched by cloud, the heavens wheeled about the world, and the father read their story to his daughter
The Hunter crested a gibbous moon tinged blue. His twin barbed spear shone like bursts of frozen fire, angled down, as if poised to strike. Below, The Ursus ran across the horizon in great, loping strides. So low, as to touch firm ground, and share its time with both Mother Earth and starry sky. Such was its journey that the hoary beast only appeared in the months of Spring and Summer, surrendering his empyrean domain to the likes of The Serpent, and The Ravens when colder seasons made ice of even the Nightsky.
Bathed in glittering drama that covered a sleeping world, the father smiled down at his daughter.
The cold winds of Mother Earth carried the promise of an early Winter upon them, pronounced sharply, pointedly, by the late hour. Where Autumn's sun had burnt out long ago, mimicking the colors of it's mantle of fallen leaves.
Streaking the sky.
The Evening's drapery had fallen in cascades of soft, rippling velvet touching every hidden corner of the world's firmament. Spilling across Life as if from an upturned saucer, whispering secret canticle to the chosen souls awake enough to listen. Splayed in diaphanous embrace over everything, and all.
For one thing to live, ofttimes one thing must die.
Summer to Winter.
Light to Dark.
Day to Dusk, Dusk to Night.
And in this Night, the daughter standing quietly at her father side, felt alive.
Before a painted foreground of sea reaching out to touch sky,
sprinkled with reflected white fires scattered over wave and spray,
the child stood still and silent.
Her father,
his shadow.
The colors of his life cloaked in fecund night-song,
untouched by the light which clung now to the small girl..
The world did not change around her.
The moon hung low,
the clouds adrift upon shade drawn weaves.
The father knelt next to his daughter, his daughter's eyes never leaving what lay before her, and set a copper beaten lantern at her feet. It's light painting a spectral pallor upon her, and while wan in intensity, shone like a sun.
He pulled her close, setting his hands on her little shoulders, and followed her gaze to the sky. For long moments, father and daughter saw the same things through the same eyes.
The father tightened his daughter's coat around her, buttoning missed buttons, and careful not to distract the girl from his thoughts.
"When it becomes dark enough..." he said.
"You can see the stars." his daughter finished.
Standing, his hand lingering on his daughter's shoulder, the father slowly stepped away, leaving his daughter alone in the light.
Before a painted foreground of sea reaching out to touch sky, sprinkled with reflected white fires scattered over wave and spray, the child stood still and silent.
Her father,
her shadow.
The colors of her life cloaked in fecund night-song,
untouched by the light which clung now to the small girl.
The world did not change around her.
The moon hung low, the clouds adrift upon shade drawn weaves.
A second voice had always twisted his essential nature.
Sometimes reproachful, sometimes elegiac.
Many years ago, there he would sit dimly remembered by her, or perhaps not even that.
Split lips and hungry.
A thready streak of child, and damaged. So unlike the girl in the light before him, standing where once he sat in dark.
Her mother gave her name Anna Lisa, and bore her life. She formed narrative around her like frost on stone, and so she was.
And was still. A family of love forever.
He knew life would be hard for her as it was now with her mother sick.
But for the child in front of him, for his daughter, and for his Lily for now they were together. A family.
Our Anna:
COMMENTS
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Liliancat
18:57 May 27 2017
I wish I was that fearless. In reality I cant even stand close to a high edge and look down more to jump hehe. But I have to admit that place was amazing and the train rides was sao awesome. Especialy the designer and owner was very kind and helpful. I promised to Sean that when the time is rigth and I can we will Bungee Jump together. Maybe that way ill forget my fear for heights. But none the less angel thank you so much. The place was amazing. I cant wat to visit it again. I love you so much
Dakotah
21:28 May 27 2017
That place was pretty cool and Anna loved that one right we did twice. I want us to go back there soon. Of all the parks we been too for some reason I like that one the most.
banesraver666
02:23 May 28 2017
You guys are too cute together.
FeverDreams
03:52 May 28 2017
Love makes you do things you never knew you could.
Liliancat
10:34 May 28 2017
I wish we can go again soon. The view from the wheel was beautiful plus being with you and Anna is what makes it so special