Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
In Memorium
b:1913-d:1945
I never knew him, nor he me, but..
He shall grow not old As we that are left, grow old.
Actually, Greensmile, my preference would have been for less of the physical resemblance .. and more of his physical presence, at least for the first 18 years or so. Might have ended up with some sort of personal responsibility and sense of self worth.
On the other hand, can always use his absence to explain why am a blathering idiot, sometimes .. heh.
Um, Link, just to clarify .. I was 5 months old when my father died, and I do have a photo of him holding me, but yes, it must have been a traumatic time for my mother - especially as her father died (of natural causes) two months after mine.
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Your pictures from younger days have a striking resemblance here.
May his memory be a blessing.
Actually, Greensmile, my preference would have been for less of the physical resemblance .. and more of his physical presence, at least for the first 18 years or so. Might have ended up with some sort of personal responsibility and sense of self worth.
On the other hand, can always use his absence to explain why am a blathering idiot, sometimes .. heh.
Um, Link, just to clarify .. I was 5 months old when my father died, and I do have a photo of him holding me, but yes, it must have been a traumatic time for my mother - especially as her father died (of natural causes) two months after mine.
and further, she never spoke about any of it, and it was really only in 2002, after she died, that I began to find out all the details.
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