so the seniors are gone. art is so lonely. yet, there's a certian level of fun-ness to it. bonding time with kristi..teehe..sitting on the table making hemp shit. freedom
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Long, but true, and I mean it all..
anonymous
May 21 2004, 01:56:43 UTC
.....The only way for society to advance is with constant refreshing. After people have kids, or reach that certain age where having kids will become less likely, it is our bodies personal response to self-destruct. Evolution does not want to have people who are unable to have kids to continue using resources that the people who can have kids use. That being said, we can only learn as much as been taught. Judging by your stories in the past, your grandmother taught so much with such bitter emotions. You could never achieve more bonding than that because bonding requires two parties. As they also say, hindsight is 20/20. .....I remember my grandmother, Nonie. From what I knew of her, I considered her to be a frugal and annoying person. I did not like her actions, and her stressing other family members to points of depression hurt me so much. I could not see how a woman who would not pay for anything and "borrow" food from all her family members could be of any importance. .....It was only when we searched her house, after her death, that I began to understand that the woman I knew was someone born out of old age. Old photographs, banknotes, random personal posessions... they all made me feel like I finally knew her. I also realized that I would of never of been able to bond with her enough to see this side of her. Her interesting life, the one I thought I had missed out on, had died when her body began to self-destruct. When she got older, a part of her died that could only be regained through old memories. .....I remember, quite lucidly, when I found a note in her dresser. Our family was confused because no one knew what she wanted to be buried in, but knew that it would be very important to her. So while I was searching her house, finding nic-nacks and odd details of this woman's life past, I found a note in her sock drawer which said "I would like to be buried in my blue blouse and blue skirt." Since her death was an accident, in clearly showed her careful preparation. She knew she was going to die soon, and she was just waiting for her family to catch up with this reality. Perhaps this made my grandmother bitter. She was probably bitter because she knew death would come, she just did not know when, and the wait made her grow impatient. As said before, maybe it was not her that was bitter, but a new her that was born out of old age. .....You just need to remember that things happen. People are replaced. Remembering these people depends on the ones who are still around. That is why you must realize, although unknowingly, you are about to learn so much more about her than you ever could, no matter how much time you spent with her. The real her, not the one nuilt out of old age, has died awhile ago. This death is actually a revial of the old life. Trust me, you never did know her because you never could of known her, until this day.
.....I remember my grandmother, Nonie. From what I knew of her, I considered her to be a frugal and annoying person. I did not like her actions, and her stressing other family members to points of depression hurt me so much. I could not see how a woman who would not pay for anything and "borrow" food from all her family members could be of any importance.
.....It was only when we searched her house, after her death, that I began to understand that the woman I knew was someone born out of old age. Old photographs, banknotes, random personal posessions... they all made me feel like I finally knew her. I also realized that I would of never of been able to bond with her enough to see this side of her. Her interesting life, the one I thought I had missed out on, had died when her body began to self-destruct. When she got older, a part of her died that could only be regained through old memories.
.....I remember, quite lucidly, when I found a note in her dresser. Our family was confused because no one knew what she wanted to be buried in, but knew that it would be very important to her. So while I was searching her house, finding nic-nacks and odd details of this woman's life past, I found a note in her sock drawer which said "I would like to be buried in my blue blouse and blue skirt." Since her death was an accident, in clearly showed her careful preparation. She knew she was going to die soon, and she was just waiting for her family to catch up with this reality. Perhaps this made my grandmother bitter. She was probably bitter because she knew death would come, she just did not know when, and the wait made her grow impatient. As said before, maybe it was not her that was bitter, but a new her that was born out of old age.
.....You just need to remember that things happen. People are replaced. Remembering these people depends on the ones who are still around. That is why you must realize, although unknowingly, you are about to learn so much more about her than you ever could, no matter how much time you spent with her. The real her, not the one nuilt out of old age, has died awhile ago. This death is actually a revial of the old life. Trust me, you never did know her because you never could of known her, until this day.
Love, Jared
PS... I am here for you, as always!
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