I know I said that I wouldn't put any more depressing shit on here, but I lied. My Gramps died yesterday. He would have been 92 years old this April. His was one of the first boats to hit the beaches of Normandy in WWII...
I wonder what heaven is like; my sister envisioned a place full of books. I think books and music. It would be cool to float around on clouds all day reading books and listening to music.
I guess my perceptions of heaven are shaped by media. I see giant golden gates and clouds all around, Chubbs playing piano with both hands, Susie watching her family from the gazebo...
I don't know what heaven is like. What if we die and there is nothing? I like to think Mom is hanging out playing rummy with Grandma, and now Gramps, too. Sometimes when I make really good pancakes, I think, I must be channeling Mom. I made some really good biscuits--the Mom kind--and thought the same thing. It makes me wonder what really goes on after we die. How can we just be gone? Are there really people who just keep hanging on? Sometimes, I get a feeling like some...thing is hanging about. But acknowledgment means power, so better to not think that at all. Then, of course there's that movie. You know the one. Real creepy.
It would be awesome if one could live by will power alone. I think that that must have been what kept Gramps here so long. Will power.
[Brief but depressing, your favorite, right?]
