gumbercules81

Thank you everyone for your comments the last couple of days. They really meant a lot to me. I've been very lucky my entire life, because I've never really lost anyone who was especially close to me. My grandmother wasn't as close to me as my father's parents are, but the whole situation really brought home how much I appreciate my family, especially my parents. I called home this morning and talked to my mother for a while, and told her that I don't tell her I love her or my father anywhere near as much as I do. She was glad to hear it, of course. I'd been rather concerned for myself, because I've always felt that death is something that shouldn't really be mourned. There should be remembrance, and grief is unavoidable, but I've always liked the way the Irish do things, or even Haitian and Voodoo cultures, where they throw a big fucking party when someone dies. You know, let's not mourn the death but rather celebrate the life. Now that it's finally happened to me I started wondering whether or not that's the right way to go about things, but I realized that there really is no right or wrong way in these types of situations. Your reaction is your reaction, and unless you willingly perpetuate your grief, you are justified no matter what. Talking to my mother made a lot of difference today.

my family tree's losing all it's leaves
crashing towards the driver's seat
the lightning bolt made enough heat
to melt the street beneath your feet