December 20, 2006

• Death and Stuff

  So being home is pretty crazy. When I was really little I would fantasize about how I was going to take Batman's place once he was too old to do his Batman stuff anymore. After that or before that or at the same time I started dreaming about being in the army when I was "older," so tonight when I was unpacking and stuff, I found a box of letters and pictures and stuff of my grandad's. He died in 2002 I think. But I was reading this mail he got, some from his dad when his mind was about to go, some from my dad from 1977-78 when he was in a missionary group. Then I found his high school diploma from 1952, a college degree, a diploma from morturary school (he was a funeral director). But you know, after seeing movies like Everything is Illuminated where the past is so beautiful and important, I started thinking about how I could do something really sentimental with all this stuff, or  maybe I could make a photo project out of it. I had taken everything that was in the box out. I read all the letters, read all of this stuff that already happened, saw my grandad's senior yearbook picture, saw his obituary and as I packed the box pack up, it was lik burying the past again... We all die... I don't know. It was like some epiphany, but nothing profound came of it I guess. Life is short. Money doesn't last. Blessed are the poor in spirit, but maybe helping the poor is less about making them as wealthy as the rest of the world and maybe more about love... just thinkin'.

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