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Post by White Lightning on Aug 14, 2008 14:52:21 GMT -4
After listening to a song over and over, I always think back to when my grandmother died.
We where in Tennessee one night when dad was looking for a place to live back then. It was a Friday night and we where at a resturant waiting to be seated. My dads phone rang and he seemed rather upset. He told me and mom that grandma had died. The worst part about that is that she had died a few days before he even got the call. That weekend, we headed back down to Florida for the veiwing on Saturday night and the funerial that was on Sunday. The night of the veiwing, I couldn't help but feel empty inside for not saying goodbye to her. We were not that close, but still. Looking back on that moment also makes me think of the day I got the news that Alan was dead...months after he died. XJ-0 had e-mailed me. I cried so much then. I never said goodbye...and now, its kinda haunting me.
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Post by sonicheroes4ever on Aug 14, 2008 23:00:38 GMT -4
It's none of my business, but what was your grandma?
And who was Alan?
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Post by White Lightning on Aug 14, 2008 23:22:18 GMT -4
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Post by sonicheroes4ever on Aug 14, 2008 23:43:55 GMT -4
What was your grandma like?
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Post by White Lightning on Aug 15, 2008 0:02:05 GMT -4
She was a chain smoker until the day my step-grandpa died of lung cancer. Also, from what my dad told me, she was a wh*re in the past. By that I mean she had you-know-what with so many men, dad dosen't know who his real father is. Plus, we never did talk that much at all. My dad didn't even like her that much. Like I said, we were not close, but I could have at least said goodbye.
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Post by sonicheroes4ever on Aug 15, 2008 0:09:35 GMT -4
Oh, I see. Hmm, well you really feel bad about not saying goodbye to someone who you weren't close to. You could always say goodbye now at her resting place. Or give a prayer.
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Post by White Lightning on Aug 15, 2008 0:11:27 GMT -4
Her resting place is miles away in Flroida. But I can always pray. But she was my grandmother. Close or not, I shared her blood. I have every right to feel bad about not saying goodbye.
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Post by Jakob on Aug 15, 2008 0:33:50 GMT -4
I definitely have empathy, as my own grandmother died a few years earlier. I never got to say goodbye either, and I knew her quite well.
After the funeral, I fully realized that human life does not last forever, and that grieving for lost loves over and over again and allowing them to haunt your past will just waste your future.
One memorial, to me, is enough, and the rest is just remembrance of what's right in the world. Afterwards, just go and do your own thing. All in all, don't let the past haunt you. Past has past, but the future should not be squandered (As you can't take back time). Otherwise life just doesn't feel worthwhile by the end.
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Post by White Lightning on Aug 15, 2008 12:50:56 GMT -4
You're right...
I shouldn't let that get to me. At least I have fond memories of those who I loved and passed away.
Thanks for those words, Jakob. ;D
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