gone
Melancholia isn't necessarily a bad thing. I was looking at a gallery of past lives, all of which I am charged to remember, and occasionally sobbing just for feeling abandoned, or whatever, and remembered that what the spirit world wants is simply remembrance and some effort to learn the lessons that have already been learned.
Anyway, this Sunday the 22nd marks the one year anniversary of the last of my grandparents' demise. I was pretty close to my grandmother, and it's been really hard, honestly. Personality-wise, we were opposites, putting different values on different things, but despite my liberal rock and roll orientation, she adored me. And for my part, I miss her more than I can hardly stand.
Here's the WP edited obituary I wrote for her (scroll down to "Mary S. Wright"). We buried her with a collection of photos I'd given her last year, mainly to remind her that despite the incredible changes she'd seen in the world in her 97 years, she was still, and would always be, Mary.
I apologize for the sentimentality. Deaths are a sacred occurance for me, since I think of my own all the time. I almost bought it last Monday, just crossing New Hampshire Ave., in fact. I feel I need to set her spirit free, but I don't know any obscure Cherokee rituals to perform. The Christian funeral has already been done. I just feel an obligation, but I don't know where to direct it,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go
Mary Snidow Wright (1909-2007)
Anyway, this Sunday the 22nd marks the one year anniversary of the last of my grandparents' demise. I was pretty close to my grandmother, and it's been really hard, honestly. Personality-wise, we were opposites, putting different values on different things, but despite my liberal rock and roll orientation, she adored me. And for my part, I miss her more than I can hardly stand.
Here's the WP edited obituary I wrote for her (scroll down to "Mary S. Wright"). We buried her with a collection of photos I'd given her last year, mainly to remind her that despite the incredible changes she'd seen in the world in her 97 years, she was still, and would always be, Mary.
I apologize for the sentimentality. Deaths are a sacred occurance for me, since I think of my own all the time. I almost bought it last Monday, just crossing New Hampshire Ave., in fact. I feel I need to set her spirit free, but I don't know any obscure Cherokee rituals to perform. The Christian funeral has already been done. I just feel an obligation, but I don't know where to direct it,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go
Mary Snidow Wright (1909-2007)