January 13th, 11 years later
Today is the 11th anniversary of my grandfather's death. Yes, that grandfather.
Unfortunately, I can say with the utmost authority and definite certainty, that he is quite disappointed with the way the people he left behind are acting. Lying to others, lying to the ones they love, lying to themselves. Manipulation runs rampant and he is as ashamed as they should be of themselves.
No, I am not pius. No, I am not perfect. No, I am not flawless. I do, however, think before I speak and think before I act. When I act, I do so with an open heart and feel that I give freely with no strings attached. I feel that whenever my grandfather is near, which he visits often nowadays, he is proud. I can also be proud.
It is getting harder and harder to be tolerant. A friend of mine told me recently that she is too old to have people in her life whom she does not like. No matter who they are.
I am starting to feel the same way. Only I keep trying for the sake of my grandfather. Eventually, I will have to say "hey, the guy's dead! Live your own life!"
But, alas, the only guilt I have is "would my grandfather be disappointed?"
So far, I've done well.
Unfortunately, I can say with the utmost authority and definite certainty, that he is quite disappointed with the way the people he left behind are acting. Lying to others, lying to the ones they love, lying to themselves. Manipulation runs rampant and he is as ashamed as they should be of themselves.
No, I am not pius. No, I am not perfect. No, I am not flawless. I do, however, think before I speak and think before I act. When I act, I do so with an open heart and feel that I give freely with no strings attached. I feel that whenever my grandfather is near, which he visits often nowadays, he is proud. I can also be proud.
It is getting harder and harder to be tolerant. A friend of mine told me recently that she is too old to have people in her life whom she does not like. No matter who they are.
I am starting to feel the same way. Only I keep trying for the sake of my grandfather. Eventually, I will have to say "hey, the guy's dead! Live your own life!"
But, alas, the only guilt I have is "would my grandfather be disappointed?"
So far, I've done well.
posted by Lucy Lime @ 3:07 PM
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