missing him
Still no word.
D'you ever get incredible urges to do something that is impossible?
My mother's father died when I was ten, but I later learned that I was his
favourite grandchild, and I wish he'd been around longer to see me grow up. The memories I cherish most about him were the ones
where we would talk about anything -- anything -- and nothing was too silly or
too juvenile for his conversation. I have the impression that, were he still
alive, I would have been able to continue these sorts of conversations, and
talk to him about everything.
And I would kill to find out what he thought of this whole endeavor I'm
involved in right now. He was one of the reasons I became an anthropologist,
and I wonder what he'd think of my evolution in the field.
So right now I have this overwhelming urge to call him, or email him, or
something.
Very strange.
Posted by Ally at April 24, 2006 11:51 AM