Sorry, I haven’t blogged recently. It’s been a crazy past few days.
First, and what will be the only subject on this blog. My great-uncle died a few days ago. We are going to the funeral today, so I get today of. I guess that is okay if this wasn’t going to be such a sad day.
This is bringing up all kinds of emotions for me. Manly bad ones that I haven’t felt before. It’s like all of a sudden a part of my soul just disappeared and I don’t know how. It is very confusing and sad. I barely even knew the guy, but I feel sad because my mom knew him and my grandparents knew him, and it makes them sad. And I don’t like it when people close to me feel sad. It makes me feel very sad.
First, and what will be the only subject on this blog. My great-uncle died a few days ago. We are going to the funeral today, so I get today of. I guess that is okay if this wasn’t going to be such a sad day.
This is bringing up all kinds of emotions for me. Manly bad ones that I haven’t felt before. It’s like all of a sudden a part of my soul just disappeared and I don’t know how. It is very confusing and sad. I barely even knew the guy, but I feel sad because my mom knew him and my grandparents knew him, and it makes them sad. And I don’t like it when people close to me feel sad. It makes me feel very sad.
The following is a song by Pink Floyd. I don’t know if my great-uncle liked Pink Floyd, but I snag it to myself when I was alone in my room. I started crying when I did it. It’s called Wish you were here, and is on the album of the same name. I recommend you listen to it. It is a good album.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.Looking at it, it doesn’t have much to do with the situation, except that we wish he was here.