the kids and i watched an old mash episode on our lunch
break today. we got a dvd set of them recently, and my kids
who have never seen them before are in awe.
it ended and i actually sat up with my elbows on my knees,
head in hands and cried. i just flat out cried.
there was the young boy who died....and walked around unseen
wondering what had happened to him...and at the end walked
off with all the other young boys and village people who had died...
it brought up a recent death in my life that came way too early.
and i kept thinking of her....and what happened to her after she
died. where did she go?? what was it like??? and i cried.
and then there was all the petty thoughts that were portrayed
in the show as the dead young man walked among everyone and no one
could hear him.......
i thought of all my petty, useless thoughts that have wasted so
much time.....and all the emphasis and concentration on things
that don't matter....
and i cried.
it felt good. just to kinda release it and let it out.
the kids looked a little confused....but not too much as they're
used to it.
and as i work down here in the studio with two of them, i'm paying
attention to the fact that they are here. that they are with me.
alive, healthy, and here.
and i'm feelin' really darn lucky.
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