Posted by Jay_Bravest_Face on February 23, 2008, at 12:16:03
A few days ago..maybe a bit longer, I posted a bit about some of my traumatic loss to death. The thing is, I rarely ever speak of it, and I haven't mentioned it to many family members in years. Too scared to go there. I've hinted it on the boards, and once in a few times, when I've had some wine or such, I get brave and post about it. It shouldn't be like that.
We can make Kid A's legacy live on, burn bright...rage..rage..rage against the dying light, of night. (To twist up Dylan Thomas quote..lol.) I may sound naive, but after all of the....all of the twisted mangled wreckage of the soul, I believe in forever. Memories etched in the soul, in the wind, the sky, the dirt...ashes to ashes...dust to dust. Scientists say that even the tiniest pieces of dna have so much memory....memory of a lifetime of people long gone.
It's up to us. We keep those who have passed on alive. In so many ways we don't even know it. It could be as simple as an idea or a few words they said to us, which becomes, as I said, permanently etched...written, codified in the brain..in the hearts...the soul. So, it's like they never left. Kid A will never, ever, fade away.
Sincerely, and with grace,
Jay
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