And he’d keep talking over you.
For six incomprehensible seasons.
And he’d keep talking over you.
For six incomprehensible seasons.
Turns out you got in a time machine went back and knocked on your own door.also your dead for some reason.
April Fool’s?
Of course The Root would be the ones to write about this…
His voice hasn’t aged at all, but in that clip it seems as of the rest of him can’t wait to turn 60 somehow.
This came in timely fashion for me, who has lost 5 in 4 months, all of whom were cremated: only one of which had an actual funeral (the wicker casket was in an alcove on the side, in front of what was obviously the door to the cremation oven); the rest were cremated many months before the memorial services to bury them (technically, none of those 4 services has even happened yet).
It has been unsettling in some ways, but also freeing. People can plan to come to the memorial, so you get a better turnout of people who care enough to do so. We’re literally waiting for the ground to be defrosted enough to dig for 2 of the burials, which will also make the ceremony a lot warmer for the living. And cremation means you can “bury” your loved one wherever they wanted to be and/or wherever you would want to go in future to commune with them.
Plus, of course, environmentally it’s a no-brainer in comparison to embalming, etc.
Human migration has also contributed to this. We’re no longer buried next to mom and dad and grandma and grandpa. In fact, it’s completely infeasible to get on a plane and travel 2000 miles just to put flowers on granny’s grave.
Because of some bureaucratic inefficiencies, my father has just been cremated after passing away in January. In fact, my mother will not receive the death certificate until this week, when she picks up the cremains. Luckily for her, this didn’t cause any logistical problems, and we’ll be doing the scattering of the ashes next month.
Honestly, the delay is probably a good thing for two reasons. Hiking up that butte in winter would have been rough and now we’ll be able to approach it with our grief a bit less raw. Even in the Spring, it’ll probably be my generation and the next doing the hike to the top, I think mom’s generation might wait at the foot of the butte, because of a distributed collection of bad knees.
For my dad, he had moved to Missouri at the end of his life to move into a nursing home and have one of his youngest sisters as his main caregiver. No one could get out there quickly. He had no interest in any funeral service. We decided to cremate his remains and have a memorial service. I was glad for it, but to get through the immediate grief I consulted with my rabbi and had some events with people nearby. I sat shiva at a friend’s house and I attended Shabbat services the Friday after he died to say Kaddish (the prayer of mourning read at every service). It was hard not to be with family at that time. I felt a little unhinged.
This. I’ve been in this mode since November.
(((hug)))
some interesting writing on the unconscious mind, the nature of language, and how the unconscious mind seems to understand language even though it doesn’t need to use it.
second link addresses the responses to the first.
(if you are running HTTPS Everywhere or the like you will have to disable it to load these, there doesn’t seem to be an encrypted version, which goes to show how people can be smart and still do dumb things)
this also happens to be my first time reading anything by Cormac McCarthy. Not the usual place for starting with him, I wouldn’t think.
I’ll see your and raise you a ‌
Wow. It literally shows that even if he’s in a multi-year relationship with someone, as soon as they’re 25, they’re gone.