The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Odd Moments

It's funny how something small can send you into a weird spiral. I was driving in this morning listening to a CD and the lyrics of the song suddenly brought to mind all the people I've lost over the years. Let's just say there were tears. Let's also say I was surprised by this development.

I mean, yes, there is the occasional day when I get out the photo albums and have a good cry, but they're very few and far between, and something usually precipitates such a maudlin event. This was quite different. I was in a good mood, not terribly pensive this morning and I was just singing along with the song. It was definitely an odd moment.

Truth is, I do miss them terribly sometimes. But they were all there with me fer sher this morning.

It's nice that they come visit occasionally though.