So what if instead of a post there is mostly silence?
A photograph and silence, and just a few words only, to go with them.
A few days ago I spoon-fed my grandfather soup with a teaspoon.
It was a wonderful experience.
And I hope that perhaps one day my grandson will spoon-fed me as well.
What more can one ask for?
He cannot speak, though he mumbled my name.
Other than that, he sleeps like a log,
Drifting between semi-consciousness and a comatose state.
“It’s night,” he mumbled.
He cannot open his eyes.
After a certain age, people become like old babies, I guess,
Some of them at least;
They want to return to the womb, the womb of the Earth.
Like the Russian greats above:
Quite dead for a century, yet still alive,
Our blogs could outlast us – they are not subject to decay.
Isn’t that an uneasy thought?
10 thoughts on “Written In Passing”
This was a surreal and beautiful piece of prose, Vincent. “They want to return to the womb, the womb of the earth.” I have never read anything more eloquent. I suppose it is slightly uneasy that our blogs could outlive us, but also uplifting in a way, that we won’t totally be forgotten.
Interesting musings and observations.
We all remain alive when dead, if someone remembers us. That’s how I see it.
I actually love that my words will outlast me!
My dad passed without pain and completely coherent. I hope your grandfather has an equally peaceful transition. 🙂
In the end we are all strands of the sun, infinitely there; even after the fleeting sensation of us is gone the memory remains.
That’s a comforting thought. 🙂
beautiful and deep. Your work reveals your passion.
I am new to this world of wordpress. Also, it is my first and the only blog. I started it just a few months back. I wanted to ask you, how do people get to know about our blogs here? On wordpress?
I can see that you have been blogging for long. So i request to help me with this. 🙂
I agree with oceanbream. Magnificent. I hope my blog lasts longer than I. I am more alive in it than out here.
How are you Jessica? 🙂
Tired. Very tired.
I’ve missed you. Will try to be a better friend. Happy weekend!