I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Fate-fully departed
My grand mother on my mother's side died on Wednesday - 10 March 2010. I have not shed a tear, have had no swell of any emotion. She's gone from this world but she was never part of mine. I can't feel for someone I never knew. From the little I knew of her, I was not inclined to get to know her. I didn't even know her real name. if nothing else when one departs this terra firma, they should leave in good standing with most if not all their family. They say do not speak ill of the dead - but I pay attention to few of what "they say". It is sad to die and few if any of your family including your offspring feel no sense of loss. I pray I leave a better impression and legacy behind, that I will be missedn albeit not forever.
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