Today my mom would have been 77 years old. She lived to be a lot older than she thought she was going to. Most of her family died much younger so I suppose when that's the case you kinda get it in your head that you're on borrowed time. Although her body wasn't entirely done her brain was tired of this world. I hope she watched me carry some rocks up my hill today in a state of remembrance. I wrote her initials in the sand at one point. Most times I also throw a rock at something like a pole or tree in remembrance of my dad as he was a baseball player in his younger years. It's my way of saying hello to them wherever they are.
and a good quote to go with all this.....Wisdom is what's left after we've run out of personal opinions.
- Cullen Hightower
Lindsey Buckingham's Poem
The world was calling you away
and your leaving was just your way
of staying with what you'd come to say
This pain is the poem slowly written
torn from the book
and cast into a corner of the attic
where no one could look
This rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
till their was nothing left to burn
Now I stand alone in these attic walls
and reread that poem all yellowed with age
Tears heal such as healing is
so I cast that page into the flame
And there is no blame, only shades of regret
And those too will fade
as the world calls me away.
