From the archives:
July 18, 1994
Death is something that happens to people who are still alive. My Grandmother Kio died in the early hours today. For her death is a passive verb, it is the act of not doing anything anymore, yet for the people who love her there is a flourish of activity and emotion. For us, death is an action verb, and more of us actually die, or maybe we all do just a little.
I don't do funerals well. I've lost many friends, and never went to funerals. I never wanted to give that much respect to the disease that killed them and that I share. I just say a little prayer and cry a little cry, and die a little bit, and then grow a little and move on.
Grandma Ruth is different. She wasn't one of my college buddies. She was directly responsible for my existence.
I lived with her for about eight months as a child of nine. Dad was unemployed and he taught me to fish the waters of Potter County. I think I learned to love nature the summer I lived with Grandma Kio. I owe her more than I realized before today and now it is a bit late. I hope she realized how I feel about her, 'cause I surely didn't show her while she was on the earth.
July 18, 1994
Death is something that happens to people who are still alive. My Grandmother Kio died in the early hours today. For her death is a passive verb, it is the act of not doing anything anymore, yet for the people who love her there is a flourish of activity and emotion. For us, death is an action verb, and more of us actually die, or maybe we all do just a little.
Grandma Ruth is different. She wasn't one of my college buddies. She was directly responsible for my existence.
I lived with her for about eight months as a child of nine. Dad was unemployed and he taught me to fish the waters of Potter County. I think I learned to love nature the summer I lived with Grandma Kio. I owe her more than I realized before today and now it is a bit late. I hope she realized how I feel about her, 'cause I surely didn't show her while she was on the earth.
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