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Post by westender on Dec 3, 2010 16:47:55 GMT -1
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Post by bormes on Dec 3, 2010 17:28:58 GMT -1
Interesting, photos etc could be interesting for grandkids etc., but I feel a bit uncomfortable about some things, would I want my grandweans to know what I did "in the war" so to speak, hell no, I'd prefer them to think of me as a kindly, generous old soul.
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Post by westender on Dec 3, 2010 22:45:22 GMT -1
I just think it's really cheap and nasty... silicon chips and plug sockets; and the encouraging of being as fleeting in our acknowledgement of the person as we are with everything else we encounter on a computer screen. It shouldn't be like that.
It's the tangible things we leave behind us that are precious... the things we can handle, that we know have been touched and cared for by those we love and care about. Things we know were precious to them. That's what bereavement ought to encompass. That's real and honest and wholesome.
I had to make a hurried exit from the Burns house in Alloway once... I started bubblin, after spending too much time gazing at his watch and his mirror. I did the same thing at the Mitchell library as well once during an exhibition of his manuscripts... and original of Auld Lang Syne was there. It all got a bit emotional for me.
So near, yet so far.
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