(I don’t tend to share moments of sentimentality so bear with me while I wax philosophic) I was walking past the mirror, pipe tucked into the corner of my mouth, and the cow lick right at the crown of my head caught my eye. It was in disarray; my hair sticking straight into the sky, and I thought to myself, I’ve seen this scene before and somewhere from the cobwebbed corners of my mind an image of my “pops”, my grand-dad came to me. I look just like him sometimes, my granddad, that same wry look, same small eyes, and that same damn cow lick with hair sticking straight to the sky. And I couldn’t help but fall into a bit of a melancholy, into the doldrums of the departed. It’s not that I’ve been possessed by some “emo” mood. And don’t think that I’d let this ennui, this world-weariness, settle within me. It’s just that sometimes, as I go about my life I realize I miss them, all of them, those who have passed and those who have faded into the background of my life so as to take a central role in the lives of others. It’s those memories though, those sun-faded fancies, those sepia’d and forgotten photographs that remind me why it is so important to live for today, to create new memories, new stories, and to celebrate anew the gift of each day and of each person currently in my life. So…back to my patio, back to my pipe, the sound of the sea, and the stars of the night. Back to life.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 04:21:23 +0000
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