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I half expect to find
Your face gone.
All faded away
Vanished from the family albums,
As we all faded from your mind and memory
Age, senility and dementia,
We all became fragments--
You to us and us to you.
Its like you’re erased--rubbed out
And the only things left to do
Are close the casket and say a goodbye.
Your face gone.
All faded away
Vanished from the family albums,
As we all faded from your mind and memory
Age, senility and dementia,
We all became fragments--
You to us and us to you.
Its like you’re erased--rubbed out
And the only things left to do
Are close the casket and say a goodbye.
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- it upsets me how quickly that once people are gone how easy it is to forget so much about them and in the same way how age can be unkind enough to make those we care for forget us.
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I don't do funerals. There's no sense in my last memory of a beloved to be me standing over their lifeless carcass, or ashes. I'll remember the good times and be overjoyed that I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to share them with someone that I cared for.
People attending and sobbing at those things doesn't represent anything sensible, or good to me. Not at the bottom line it doesn't … just another day in American society. A bunch of fronting and wishing for more. I'm convinced dad and mom didn't care either way if I was there while they were laying in their boxes. That's all I need to make it just right to stay home. Other attendees opinions don't matter in such definite circumstances.
Nice art. Thanks again for sharing, Gem.
People attending and sobbing at those things doesn't represent anything sensible, or good to me. Not at the bottom line it doesn't … just another day in American society. A bunch of fronting and wishing for more. I'm convinced dad and mom didn't care either way if I was there while they were laying in their boxes. That's all I need to make it just right to stay home. Other attendees opinions don't matter in such definite circumstances.
Nice art. Thanks again for sharing, Gem.