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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Feeling Sentimental

I moved a lot in my youth. I have lived in my current lair for almost ten years now and before that I had over 32 addresses that I can recall. Since I am 33 now, that is really a lot of doormats. The “home” in my dreams is always my grandparent’s house. Since their old home is now someone’s new home, I will not post a picture of it here, as that would be strange. But I am thinking of it now, fondly and maybe even with a few tears.

A year ago today my grandmother died. I am not sad in “it’s unfair” sense, as she lived a long life, she would never have been ready to go, and she had a multitude of love and respect showered upon her throughout her life. May we all live the love story she did. However, I am sad in the typical loss of something sense. I miss my grandparents, their home, the times spent there with my close knit extended family (that has drifted apart somewhat with the end of that era). Death is always a chasm and question, with or without faith. Death, the passing of time and the changes they bring - good or bad, these things propel our life but sometimes give us vertigo. There is no going backward, but there are memories.

Here is my grandma’s favorite song. I have a recording of her singing it and it isn’t half bad, but can’t figure out how to embed an mp3 file here.




And here they are. Aren’t they perfect?

Wedding Day
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The Artist
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Later
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