November 17th – Light from Darkness

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Brothers Lee are thinking today is our memorial day with all the respect owed the veterans we honor on their days.  Dad passed away 5-years ago and 17-years to the day after Mom.

This special day goes easier this year for this particular son, as I celebrate my grandson, Anthony’s, 1st Birthday today.  He reminds me that life is precious, short, and ever so amazing.

Life inevitably brings darker days and then flashes …bright lights to show us hope, faith and charity are always there to light the pathway back.  The real challenge is not the darkness, it’s nature’s counterpoint, it’s having the presence of mind and strength of character to open our eyes so as not to miss the unpredictable, but assured rays of light.

Dad and Mom you said goodbye to your son Norman and then hello to son Michael.  This last year Dawne Lee (Dawne Wood Lee) and the family said hello to Anthony, yet had to say goodbye to Papa Wood.  Such is the circle of life and we do our best today to remember the better moments, which our children and grandchildren make just a little easier to do?

Thinking about Ulrick A. Lee and Michael Lee today – hoping many happy moments for them today.

by William Anton Lee
2011 November 17
Light from Darkness | November 17th

Published by: Willi-Anton Christopher

Born Willi Anton after my Mom's brother and Father, respectively, I grew up Willi to my father's Billy Boy and grandfather's Bill. We had other William variants in the generational family, a Will, and a Billy Sandy. Our weekend's at the family "ranch" in Deer Park, CA, near St. Helena and Angwin, were an exercise in orchestrated choruses of "who me". I walked off a plane in Sacramento, preparing to enter high school alone. When my caretakers asked what I wanted to be called, Bill came out very easy, very unplanned. My father who joined me months later asked me - why Bill. I had no real idea. It was a spontaneous announcement on my part. Dad was a 20-plus army guy who was "Sargent Lee" wherever he went who at 40-plus was still called Billy Boy by his Aunts. Grandpa was the only persona that was allowed the standalone name of Bill. So it was, Dad called me William. I practiced his formal signature which was William. My high school life, college life, and professional life, found me known as Bill. In these waning years I have gotten comfortable being Willi Anton Christopher, as I took up prose and poetry. Christopher is the name I chose for myself, my Catholic Confirmation name. Ironically, a few years later the Church de-canonized St. Christopher. I kept the name - it reminds me of the humility and strength attributes I sought to emulate in my spiritual life, in my life lived. So no you know.

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