How does one even begin to write an obituary?
How does one decide which details from decades of life deserve to be divulged in three to five paragraphs?
Do you need to list 'important dates' if the timelines no longer matter?
Are you really required to reintroduce the members of a family who were rarely around?
Should you feel sad and selfish about staking your name to the list of ‘survived by’?
How can such beautiful life be stuck into the small space between today's special events and the sports section?
There just is not enough room.
There simply is never enough time.
Antique Shop
Window Shots
San Antonio
Condensation
Music Instead of Memorials
Over the years some of my favorite songs were tainted with turmoil and trauma.
They had played in the background of moments I didn't want to remember and reminded me of all the reasons to grieve those who I’ll never replace. The lyrics burnt like lye against my skin and I could no longer listen to them, so I would swiftly hit skip.
But lately the same verses that once stung have become a soundtrack to my redemption.
I’ve found myself pressing play again to allow the music to be music instead of memorials.
Perhaps these songs were never meant to preserve my pain.
Maybe they were always meant to teach me that salvation can arrive wearing the same melody that once broke my heart.
Castle Leod and Clava Cairn
Dunevgan Castle
Portree
Old Man of Storr
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