Anyone ever read this book by Faulkner?
Its a really intersting book. The point of view shifts between the fifteen different narrators, each with a unique personal interpretation and reaction to the dead character Addie Bundren. It even has the perspective of the dead character as they are carrying the coffin to another location.
Anyways I bring up death because I just heard that My Grandfather is not doing too well. He had a brain surgery not too long ago and my mother said that this might be it for him...
I've posted this pic before.... and here it is again. The man who looks like he belongs in the mob with the shades on is my maternal grandpa. I wonder what is going through his mind right now... I prayed for him last night and this morning.
We are all getting older by the minute. Yesterday I was driving and talking with my pal Al. I said that I am staring to appreciate VH1 more vs. MTV. There was a time that I could not watch VH1 due to da fact that it was not of my genaration. These days I find myself watching VH1 and enjoying it. I thought to myself "wait a minute... I am not an oldie! I am gonna watch MTV!" I turned the channel and a some music video was on... I found myself not enjoying it too much... I turned the channel back to VH1.... Man I am old... I am transitioning into an Ah Juh Cee stage.... One day I will transition into a Uh Reu Shin and a after that a Har Ah Buh Jee if I am lucky enough to die an old man.
One day I will be laying on the bed dying.... This is kinda morbid, but I wonder what I will be thinking "as I lay dying"
So here is a poem for y'all! By Robert Herrick.
'Gather ye rose-buds'
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer:
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
Then, be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.