Sunday, Nov. 06, 2005 - 5:13 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Sadness on Lennon's Birthday
Sometimes I just wonder if i am born with extra sadness cells.
I don't know. I totally loved sad books and stories when I was a kid.
I Heard the Owl Call My Name. Sadness and death in a NorthCoast native village. Life is the living and memory of those left behind by those who die.
Incident at Hawk's Hill. A small boy who gets along better with animals than humans sort of 'runs away' and is raised by a female badger whose babies have died. Sad ending.
The Red Pony. How they find the pony after the storm, with vultures on its prone body.
The Noonday Friends where the main characters are impoverished with a dad who can't hold down a job.
I was a cheery kid. A real cheery kid.
When I was a teenager, I equated love with sadness. Deep deep in the heart sadness, with infinite caring, but always steeped in sadness.
The divorce. My grandmother dying. Though at least she was very old. Then later my brother's suicide. Multiple relationship breakups. My mom getting chronic fatigue. My infertility. My mom moving away.
John Lennon's birthday today. 65 he would have been.
I remember when John Lennon died. 25 years ago. Walking across the snowy park the day of his funeral, with stark black tree branches against a whitegrey sky, as the church bells pealed out beatles songs. Again so sad.
We played Imagine at my brother's funeral I think. We certainly played 'Let it Be'. That song tears me up every time. I cannot tell you how much I miss my brother. And how much I miss my mother. And how much I miss the mother I had before she got ill, so young to be old.
I cannot tell you how sad I am not to have my house filled with family. A partner and kids, my mother, my brother and his wife and kids. My cousins kids... well, that one is my fault. I moved and they stayed back home. My kids were supposed to play with their kids, the way we played together when we were young. Sad that my kidlovingdog will maybe be too old or dead by the time I get kids in my house. Sad.
Strength maybe is finding the happy despite knowing of all the sad. The babies dying, the mothers crying, the loss of health and home, job and hope. I don't know.
Though maybe I should be glad that John Lennon isn't here to see what is happening in the States and in the world these days.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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