...and time rolls on...
Sometimes I think we all forget that our lives are not the entire be all of our world. I know that it's not a constant thought, but I know that there are times we all do it. I was in such a mind set last night, frought with unanswered questions and dilemas of my personal life when I read the news that Chris Reeve was dead. This saddened me, for as with most of you, he was Superman, plain and simple. A sad day indeed.
But then, like most of the world, I shook my head, said a silent prayer for his soul and his family, and moved on. Wonder why it is that I can't seem to do that with other aspets of my life? I mean its been a few years now, and I still get a tear in myh eye about my grandfather. And then there's my aunt and mother. And then, when I am really feeling like my heart needs to be ripped, I think about the child I could have had. Vibrant flashes of dark memories.
Go on about your day good son, and know that even if it was brief, your passing was noticed, and saddened many.
But then, like most of the world, I shook my head, said a silent prayer for his soul and his family, and moved on. Wonder why it is that I can't seem to do that with other aspets of my life? I mean its been a few years now, and I still get a tear in myh eye about my grandfather. And then there's my aunt and mother. And then, when I am really feeling like my heart needs to be ripped, I think about the child I could have had. Vibrant flashes of dark memories.
Go on about your day good son, and know that even if it was brief, your passing was noticed, and saddened many.