so i'm attending my grandfather's memorial service tomorrow... the question arose: should i say anything? what
does one say after your 89-year-old grandpa dies? is there anything left to be said? is there anything that i, a mere mortal, someone who has only lived a fraction of those years, could could possibly add to the memory or legacy of a now immortal man?
this is really putting things in perspective for me... when i'm at work, do i have the right, or even a reason to complain if i get put in the one place i don't like? what rights do i even have? how can i complain when people all around me are suffering so much more??
i look around me, at the world. full of hardship, turmoil and strife. i see an entire continent rebelling against their leaders, and violently overthrowing them, at the cost of human life. i hear of people dying every day, every hour, every second. i see drug deals go down on street corners. i see teens who have kids. i see people who struggle with obesity. people who can't cope with life, and can't say no. i see people desperate for anything, and willing to do anything for just something. i see kids who die without ever knowing why they were alive. i see people go hungry because they can't afford even ramen noodles. even worse. driving home tonight, i saw the dreaded flashing blue and red lights, and as i got closer, i saw lots of spotlights. in the middle of the road was a motionless white bodybag.
but out of all of this, i think the worst thing is this:
people ask me "why???" and i don't have an answer.
so i ask: "why???"
