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Ashes to Ashes
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Ashes to Ashes I'm going have an actor burst into my funeral and announce that he has regenerated as the new version of and is off fight in the Clone Wars. Part of is glad that i won't have sift through the relatives and friends that show up and somehow remember the good things about me. That i won't have be the one making promises stay in touch more often, only to fgorget about those promises as soon as i pull away from the cemetery. I also want my services to be quick and fast enough to get everyone out to the bars fast. That's where the REAL memorial starts. Once a couple of rounds get going, the tension drops and suddenly the tears turn to laughter. Depending on how light hearted a person was, that laughter can carry on for quite a while, before the reality sets in. We will never have more of those moments. Suddenly, everything became a memory because even if we saw him last week, we still didn't hug him like it would be our last chance to hold him close like a brother. No more jokes with a punchline so nerdy that only people in a room would burst out laughing. I should have let him be Han Solo every once in a while when we were growing up. The sun still rises the next morning and the ones we leave behind learn deal with the vacuum of the black hole that surrounds the gravity of our absence. Then the sun sets on the next day without us. At some point though, we get swallowed by time. We may be missed, but the chapter of the story we occupied is over. Sometimes, tragically too soon and our hero's journey comes to an end. We will take it from here. Shine on, shine Bright. |
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