tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75178731373101765402011-04-21T20:29:03.017-04:00MEMORIESZayurynoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517873137310176540.post-6344469408709679142008-11-12T15:26:00.000-05:002008-12-05T20:46:31.312-05:00MY FRIEND (RIP 11/12/05)<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The people who truly love you remember you how you were!<br /><br />You were an angel on earth and God called you back to Heaven...<br /><br />You cross stitched this poem for me and now I'm illustrating it for you.<br /><br />I love you my friend...always</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRpU3h1MI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Mo3iNkb7LMw/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045715464508610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRpU3h1MI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Mo3iNkb7LMw/s800/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRpIBLkHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/v7fclPZGZM8/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045712015331442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRpIBLkHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/v7fclPZGZM8/s800/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRoksgTCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JEq8uhjdsO0/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045702533368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSoRoksgTCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JEq8uhjdsO0/s800/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I could not locate the author of this poem</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7517873137310176540-634446940870967914?l=simsfamilyportrait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zayurynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517873137310176540.post-25650790321522918152008-03-21T15:33:00.000-04:002008-11-24T17:30:37.044-05:00ECHOES<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">ECHOES</span></strong><br />Gibberish by Zayury<br />Pictures by Zayury</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslI-OvD-I/AAAAAAAAATM/UqlSzKL2sPU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348624841281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslI-OvD-I/AAAAAAAAATM/UqlSzKL2sPU/s800/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The house never felt so empty....every room feels immense! As I stand here looking at the emptiness around me I hear the echoes of your voices, the echoes of your laughter, and see the echoes of the past....<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslIkDFOPI/AAAAAAAAATE/ByINM4DI2us/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348617813080306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslIkDFOPI/AAAAAAAAATE/ByINM4DI2us/s800/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>Echoes of my babies running to greet me at the front door when I would arrive home from work...<br /><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslHzX1BYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QHGX8JMwK1E/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348604746761602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSslHzX1BYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/QHGX8JMwK1E/s800/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>The long arduous day in a low paying thankless job.... The endless irritating drives back and forth to work and home.... Every frustrating moment was forgotten in my little ones arms!<br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=4a.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Echoes house" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/4a.gif" border="0" /></a><br />I see the empty living room and see the echoes of your moments there....I knew it was going to happen. I wanted it to happen for you. It's a fact of life I know that, I understand that! Our children grow up and they have to leave home to start their own lives.... But knowing and wanting it to happen did not prepare me for this emptiness for this excruciating pain....<br /><br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-g8bnUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2OiuWPrPvwY/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348445181189442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-g8bnUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2OiuWPrPvwY/s800/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>I walk down the hallway and see the echoes of your childhood games.... I hear the echoes of the ones that are no longer here.... and I can hardly breathe....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-qZL9lI/AAAAAAAAASs/QCW9wVTkaaw/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348447717717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-qZL9lI/AAAAAAAAASs/QCW9wVTkaaw/s800/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>I walk by your rooms and I can't help myself. As my hand grasps the doorknob I imagine your little soft hands opening and closing your doors...and I feel the echo of your little hands holding mine...<br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=7a.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Echoes room girl" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/7a.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10gwwyWkLMs/R-SFC3BuK2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/QH3F09Jwo7o/s1600-h/7.gif"></a></p><p><br />My little girl, my little angel I see your empty room and through my tears I see you playing there....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-IxSUSI/AAAAAAAAASk/2rDNy-zLm5o/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348438691991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk-IxSUSI/AAAAAAAAASk/2rDNy-zLm5o/s800/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I sit on your empty bed and feel the echoes of your presence there... Playing, laughing, singing, crying, first love, first heartbreak.... Oh God help me....I can't breathe! My chest hurts! I did not know it was going to hurt this much! I did not understand!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk9_TktxI/AAAAAAAAASc/yGjWUDcQCQM/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348436151449362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk9_TktxI/AAAAAAAAASc/yGjWUDcQCQM/s800/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So many times you wanted me to join you in your games, but I was too tired from work, to busy with my 'grown up' things!<br /><br /><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=10-1.gif" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=10-1.gif" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=hija.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/hija.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>Now I live for the weekly phone calls from you, I live for the quick short e-mails from you... I know my baby girl... you are busy too....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk9TjZTLI/AAAAAAAAASU/yYkrWxfTNwo/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348424406650034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsk9TjZTLI/AAAAAAAAASU/yYkrWxfTNwo/s800/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>My son, my beautiful little boy... I remember how you would run to hug me and give me my 'surprise' for that day! You thought they were pretty flowers... oh how you made me smile my precious son... I could not find it in me to tell you my little one that your little 'flowers' were actually little weeds...<br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=12a.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Echoes son room" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/12a.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10gwwyWkLMs/R-SElHBuKxI/AAAAAAAACDo/V0LnPFlivKk/s1600-h/12.gif"></a></p><p><br />I walk to your room my darling son and instead of emptiness I see the echoes... Playing with your toy cars....my sweet beautiful baby boy...<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktyNKOMI/AAAAAAAAASM/JaeAC9Em3tY/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348157756979394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktyNKOMI/AAAAAAAAASM/JaeAC9Em3tY/s800/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Scraped knees, childhood illnesses, school sports, sneaking to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get cookies.... My little brat....my little angel... I love you with all my heart!<br /><br /><p></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10gwwyWkLMs/R-SEKnBuKpI/AAAAAAAACCo/RP1X6mp_lu8/s1600-h/14.gif"></a><a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/?action=view&current=14a.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Echoes son" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/ZAYURY_album/14a.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Don't get upset my son I know you are a man now. I know you have to make your own decisions even if I know that you are making a mistake... I'm sorry my baby boy it's hard for me to stand by and watch you head in the wrong direction... How can I explain to you that when I look at you I don't see the man but the echo of my little boy smiling proudly with a weed/flower in his hand...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktoUU6PI/AAAAAAAAASE/TYPqIWFj_Y4/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348155102685426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktoUU6PI/AAAAAAAAASE/TYPqIWFj_Y4/s800/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>Echoes of my past... My babies you just wanted to include me in your games.... if I could go back I would hang up that phone....<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktM2vr3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/blTrmzTooT0/s1600-h/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348147730853746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsktM2vr3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/blTrmzTooT0/s800/16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p>Echoes of your past... My beautiful angels you just wanted to spend time with me.... I should have never turned away....<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsks1ONwkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mECFzLgCr3w/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348141386842690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsks1ONwkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mECFzLgCr3w/s800/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p>AAAAAAA!!! All these regrets! All these wasted moments! My babies please forgive me for not paying more attention, for not spending more time with you...<br /><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsks_khPNI/AAAAAAAAARs/ClC-VLre2xY/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348144164748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xSri_7SWZg/SSsks_khPNI/AAAAAAAAARs/ClC-VLre2xY/s800/18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">My chest hurts and I'm scared...<br />Lord, please help me learn to breathe again....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><div align="center"><strong>CAST</strong> <p></p><div align="center"><strong>Mom - Zuyan Cross</strong> <p></p><div align="center"><strong>Daughter (child and adult) - Saryanna</strong> <p></p><div align="center"><strong>Son (child and adult) - Atef</strong> <p></p><p><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">copyright 2007-2008 ZAYURY</span> <p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7517873137310176540-2565079032152291815?l=simsfamilyportrait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zayurynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517873137310176540.post-8597614089588317752008-03-17T15:35:00.001-04:002008-11-23T22:11:58.288-05:00FAMILY PORTRAIT<div align="center">I wanted to share pictures of the only family I had in my game! I married Lucian (Eve's muse) to my Sim, Zarytza (my first model) in order to have a son. It took me (them) lol, four times but eventually we had a boy! Now like a proud grand-mother I'm showing off my family's pictures!
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<br />Proud parents and beautiful couple, Zarytza and Lucian
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">THROUGH THE YEARS</span></strong>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7517873137310176540-859761408958831775?l=simsfamilyportrait.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zayurynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517873137310176540.post-86984699433270060402008-01-17T15:29:00.000-05:002008-11-23T21:42:17.717-05:00YAHRZEIT<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>YAHRZEIT</strong></span></div><div align="center">Poem by Leah</div><div align="center">Pictures by Zayury</div>
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<br />My dear friend Leah from SimTales was kind enough to allow me to illustrate this beautiful poem she wrote in memory of her beautiful daughter, who passed away on Sh'vat 3,5762 at age five. It was my honor to do this for Leah. She allowed me to share this version with the poem included in the pictures. Leah has posted the version without the poem in the pictures here:
<br /><a href="http://leahshortstories.blogspot.com/2008/01/yahrzeit.html" target="_blank">Yahrzeit</a>
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