Thursday, March 4, 2010

all we are is dust in the wind

Life has just rushed past me; I'm not sure what to say. February 18th, my grandfather died, so we had to go back to Alabama for his funeral. It was sad, but I guiltily say that I was closer to my other grandfather, who also died a few years ago. My sister even accused me of not being sad just because I wasn't crying. But that was weeks ago, but I still haven't updated, even with my 0n-the-go-update app for my iTouch. Ah well.

The cemetery that my grandfather was buried in is the biggest cemetery I've ever seen. Don't even think about trying to hold your breath as you pass this in the car, or you might pass out. Seriously. You know, there is something that can be said about cemeteries; and that is that when you walk across one to find where your siblings have run off to, you can feel history, on the headstones and footstones and in the bodies of people you never knew six feet under the ground. These people once had friends and families and a life. This kind of thinking is a bit dark, but philosophical.

On a different, but also philosophical subject, my bedroom window faces the right side of my neighbor's house. Every night I can see clearly that the upstairs room has the lights still on and the curtains drew back, but the only thing in the room really visible is an American flag. I wonder about that flag. Are my neighbors trying to honor our country? Or are they honoring a fallen soldier they know, or something? I've never asked. But I plan to someday.

A song that my dad likes by Kansas, called Dust In the Wind, was in my thoughts on the car trip there and back, although it's not really my usual kind of song. So I guess I'll close with this:

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

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