~ from "the secret life of walter mitty"
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life is merely a travel journal.
page after page, we're all just the sum of the places we go, the things we do, the people we love, and who love us.
my aunt died about a month ago. melanoma would finally have its way, but not before being stared down and shoved back for years by a strong woman. at the end, surrounded by her three best friends, she said simply, "i'm tired," and slipped away to begin her next journey.
her journal of this life was full to extraordinary. as evidence, her memorial was attended by kin of all descriptions ~ children, brothers, and sisters all, by birth and by choice. dozens of them. a couple hundred, in fact. skiers, hikers, runners, gardeners, musicians, champagne drinkers, and church-goers. all brimming with stories and smiles and tears.
you couldn't be among the assemblage without thinking, "she did something right" and "this was a life well lived" and "we should all do so well."
i drove to spokane for the service, to herd cats, share support, and hug as much family as could be accounted for. they came in from points around the country, which is why many of us hadn't seen or been seen by the others for a long while. it took all of about 60 seconds for the time and miles to melt away. we were family once again, animated, vulnerable, and wide open.
for a brief time we found each other, drew in close, and felt we were where we were supposed to be.
her journal of this life was full to extraordinary. as evidence, her memorial was attended by kin of all descriptions ~ children, brothers, and sisters all, by birth and by choice. dozens of them. a couple hundred, in fact. skiers, hikers, runners, gardeners, musicians, champagne drinkers, and church-goers. all brimming with stories and smiles and tears.
you couldn't be among the assemblage without thinking, "she did something right" and "this was a life well lived" and "we should all do so well."
i drove to spokane for the service, to herd cats, share support, and hug as much family as could be accounted for. they came in from points around the country, which is why many of us hadn't seen or been seen by the others for a long while. it took all of about 60 seconds for the time and miles to melt away. we were family once again, animated, vulnerable, and wide open.
for a brief time we found each other, drew in close, and felt we were where we were supposed to be.
i wouldn't presume to know if that's the purpose of life, or death. but to be the reason so many came together and to help them feel this way, even for a short time...that's not bad. not bad at all.
bon voyage, corinne.
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Step in front of a runaway train
just to feel alive again
Pushing foward through the night
aching chest and blurry sight
It's all far so far away
It's so far so far away
~ junip
bon voyage, corinne.
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Step in front of a runaway train
just to feel alive again
Pushing foward through the night
aching chest and blurry sight
It's all far so far away
It's so far so far away
