Earlier yesterday, in an attempt to get ahead of the unholy horde and the equally unholy traffic on Nov 1, we decided to visit tombstones. The story in my head? Tradition, unrelieved tradition. And I was going to play along like the decent person I wanted to be. I would much rather be at home, doing my thang and working out on my cheat day. Flash forward to when we found my grandfathers tombstone. Mom started telling us tales of how our grandfather was back when he was still around. I would listen and file the stories away in my head and try to while the time while appearing participative. There came a point where I had been annoyed at being told what I shouldnt do because I was going to be disrespectful. fine, I get how climbing trees in the area would look weird, but even just leaning on marble edifices? I do not get all this! Theres just too many stories going on! *click* And at that very moment, I realized that I was in the grip of another auto-generated story that goes like I am stuck with a story-bound family who honors tradition, which is often an obsolete artifact of bygone times. And there, I had a choice between: 1.) continue the rest of the day in a huff because I was with a story-bound family, or 2.) dive into the stories they live in and be present to the moment, and reaaalllly be with my family. Guess what I chose? It seemed as if a veil lifted when I chose to embrace the stories that had the family in its grasp. Why we had to visit at this time, why we had to act a certain way in this context, why we need to say a few words to non-existent ears... Everything was for the sake of the living. And why not? Since the departed were important enough, those left behind express their love somehow, and this was it. And as this thought echoed in my head, the flat drone of annoyance had changed into music, bittersweet reminiscence as we stood gazing at the marble slab that bore my grandfathers name. In the fading ochre light of the afternoon sun, I listened with unexpected interest as the veil of time parted somewhat; for a moment, my grandfather was alive as my mother shared her memories... And in time, it shall who will tell the tales in her place. #ShiftinOccurences #Reminiscence #LoveLivesOn youtu.be/pi8VTfSGuUg
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 22:01:11 +0000
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