2010-01-04 - 10:35 p.m.
odd, this relationship between love and duty.
i spend the day with my cousins, taping pictures of our grandfather to foam boards. these will be shown at the wake tomorrow. our grandmother helps to pull out photos and make suggestions. she doesn't seem to care much about the photos of family. it's the pictures of their friends that interest her.
we don't have any idea who these people are, these myriad elderly posed smiling in restaurants and living rooms, or milling in front of senior tour buses.
we realize that we are holding this funeral for my grandparent's friends, who were the happiest and most valued part of their life together.
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reading: tim robinson, stones of aran.
listening to: the bowerbirds, olive hearts.
working on: working.
in the garden: little birds are picking at seeds.