He has so nothing new or exciting really to say. It's all been a case of 4 funerals and no wedding.
The only Aunt that i had gave way to the "C". I didn't know her awfuly well. I knew her hardly at all to be fair and thats down to a rather long story involving my waring Father and his brother.
I did have the fortune to meet one of my cousins purely by accident a long time ago and we got on instantly well. Unfortunately word leaked out of our secret trysts and peer presure from both our respective "families" eventually took its toll and we stupidly backed away from each other.
So it came as some suprise when my uncle phoned my father the week before to make known his sad loss. It came as more of a suprise that he requested the information be specifically passed onto me.
Neither of my parents would go to the funeral. In all honesty I had no personal qualms with the past history between the two houses, or for that matter the reasons for 3 decades of silence between my father and his bro'. I wanted to pay my respects and see my baby cousin and make her smile in her time of need. So i went.
Damn strange things funerals. I don't get them. I've tried to elaborate on that overtly sweeping statement but i've failed. I've failed to find the words to express my feelings and thoughts to clarify some of the issues and christian protocol that go hand in hand with the laying of dead that i just find so damn confusing. So, we won't go there.
Suffice to say after the service had drawn to a close, i saw my not so baby but now all rather grown up cousin. When we met words failed me then too but fortunately they weren't needed. She clung to me for an eternity and only let go some twenty minutes later when her husband gently reminded her the cars were about to leave for the wake. I couldn't go to the wake, i had urgent and time scheduled work to return and attend to.
Its been a funny old start to the year, and now february is about to descend into the annals of time, the history of the year 2 zero zero 5 ever increasing.
On a brighter note i'm definitely awakening to my suroundings a little more as each day passes, making the events and turmoil of January rapidly fade into a dim and distant lesson learned. Bottles filled to the brim and left on shelfs in they hope they'll disappear are not to be recomended.
Its coming close to decision time on whether to jump ship and change direction or accept the oncoming consequences of possible dementia and my own funeral. I think i know which way i'm tempted to go.
And on another brighter note maybe i should say i've bought a piano. Told you i thought i knew which way i was tempted to go ! Now only if i could remember how to play the damn thing !
Listening to the Bright Eyes album - Digital Ash In a Digital Urn.
The only Aunt that i had gave way to the "C". I didn't know her awfuly well. I knew her hardly at all to be fair and thats down to a rather long story involving my waring Father and his brother.
I did have the fortune to meet one of my cousins purely by accident a long time ago and we got on instantly well. Unfortunately word leaked out of our secret trysts and peer presure from both our respective "families" eventually took its toll and we stupidly backed away from each other.
So it came as some suprise when my uncle phoned my father the week before to make known his sad loss. It came as more of a suprise that he requested the information be specifically passed onto me.
Neither of my parents would go to the funeral. In all honesty I had no personal qualms with the past history between the two houses, or for that matter the reasons for 3 decades of silence between my father and his bro'. I wanted to pay my respects and see my baby cousin and make her smile in her time of need. So i went.
Damn strange things funerals. I don't get them. I've tried to elaborate on that overtly sweeping statement but i've failed. I've failed to find the words to express my feelings and thoughts to clarify some of the issues and christian protocol that go hand in hand with the laying of dead that i just find so damn confusing. So, we won't go there.
Suffice to say after the service had drawn to a close, i saw my not so baby but now all rather grown up cousin. When we met words failed me then too but fortunately they weren't needed. She clung to me for an eternity and only let go some twenty minutes later when her husband gently reminded her the cars were about to leave for the wake. I couldn't go to the wake, i had urgent and time scheduled work to return and attend to.
Its been a funny old start to the year, and now february is about to descend into the annals of time, the history of the year 2 zero zero 5 ever increasing.
On a brighter note i'm definitely awakening to my suroundings a little more as each day passes, making the events and turmoil of January rapidly fade into a dim and distant lesson learned. Bottles filled to the brim and left on shelfs in they hope they'll disappear are not to be recomended.
Its coming close to decision time on whether to jump ship and change direction or accept the oncoming consequences of possible dementia and my own funeral. I think i know which way i'm tempted to go.
And on another brighter note maybe i should say i've bought a piano. Told you i thought i knew which way i was tempted to go ! Now only if i could remember how to play the damn thing !
Listening to the Bright Eyes album - Digital Ash In a Digital Urn.
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Yeah, the Fenton's a decent venue (the agency I co-run here in Leeds does its gigs there) - it's basically the upstairs room at a rock pub near the Uni - capacity's about 70 or so (though I went to see Deadline there last week and they packed 120-odd into it!). There's a website up here as well.
[Edited on Mar 04, 2005 6:36PM]