As I sit in my lounge room at five minutes to midnight on Christmas eve.. stoned.. Im reminded of a song..
I can't remember who sang it. But the words that come to mind are...
"And so this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one has begun
|And so happy Christmas
blah blah blah... la la la"
Anyway..
How many years have to go by? And when they all go by then what?
Standing at my Aunties crypt yesterday I was confronted with relatives who I had never met before. People who are a part of my history who didnt even recognise me. I felt as if I had missed a chunk of my life.
Then there was my nine year old nephew with his first real experience of grief and death. And I looked at him and the faces of innocence he pulled when the casket was placed into the tomb. Here he was one of the youngest members of thefamily and there she was the dead one in a casket, one of the oldest ones. And all the rest around her. Just each in turn waiting to end up with the same fate.
Another year over. And a new one to begin..
So this is Christmas.. And what have you done?? On and on and on..