Friday, April 23, 2004
grave injustices
So here i am again. This time very tired, for yesterday i woke up quite early, bought cat litter, went home. then biked back to town. It's a hefty ride. Then from there i biked to work, worked for 7.5 hours biked home and slept for 12 hours. it's been a busy week and i've only just caught up on sleep.
While venturing to town on my cycle, i continued a ritual that i always do when i bike to town. I visited the site of my grandfather's grave. These past few days, as i speak to more and more elderly men, i've been missing my grandfathers even more. Grandpa Henry died when i was very young, 1989; i was five years young. My Grandpa Joe died in 1991; i remember him a bit more than i do the other one. When Henry died, it really devestated my one remaining grandparent. I should see her more. ...hmm
When i was sitting there at his grave, it was peaceful, except for one thing. The cars on the road beside the graveyard. Life really does go on without you. It's strange how my grandfather was probably forgotten by people who barely knew him, and to people who knew him well, he still exists in us. Will People remember him 200 years from now? or will he fall lost in time forever? I wonder how my death will impact people?
I read recently that a southwestern native tribe called the Hopi, don't have words in their language for the past, present or future, so they talk about their loved ones who had passed away years ago as if they had just stepped outside the door. I hope i get talked about like that. I don't want to be refered to in past tense.
New poll coming soon
better years await us...rustedhalo
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While venturing to town on my cycle, i continued a ritual that i always do when i bike to town. I visited the site of my grandfather's grave. These past few days, as i speak to more and more elderly men, i've been missing my grandfathers even more. Grandpa Henry died when i was very young, 1989; i was five years young. My Grandpa Joe died in 1991; i remember him a bit more than i do the other one. When Henry died, it really devestated my one remaining grandparent. I should see her more. ...hmm
When i was sitting there at his grave, it was peaceful, except for one thing. The cars on the road beside the graveyard. Life really does go on without you. It's strange how my grandfather was probably forgotten by people who barely knew him, and to people who knew him well, he still exists in us. Will People remember him 200 years from now? or will he fall lost in time forever? I wonder how my death will impact people?
I read recently that a southwestern native tribe called the Hopi, don't have words in their language for the past, present or future, so they talk about their loved ones who had passed away years ago as if they had just stepped outside the door. I hope i get talked about like that. I don't want to be refered to in past tense.
New poll coming soon
better years await us...rustedhalo
