Gray's Elegy always reminds me of a particular, and oddly pleasant hollow-stomach feeling I used to get as a youngster walking my beagle past the village cemetery in the dark. I knew my grandfather lay just underneath the seventh tree. I used to say to myself, as the world was left to darkness and to me "It's not the dead I need to fear, but the living." No doubt I was an odd child.
Gray's Elegy always reminds me of a particular, and oddly pleasant hollow-stomach feeling I used to get as a youngster walking my beagle past the village cemetery in the dark. I knew my grandfather lay just underneath the seventh tree. I used to say to myself, as the world was left to darkness and to me "It's not the dead I need to fear, but the living." No doubt I was an odd child.
A little unusual for a child to think that way. But not a bad thought to contemplate even at a young age.
When I attended my grandfather's funeral (I was 12), I got into a friendly argument with an adult who said that funerals were like weddings, for the living only. I said no, they're also to pay our respects to the deceased, so we don't forget. I must have been an odd 12-year-old.
Gray's Elegy always reminds me of a particular, and oddly pleasant hollow-stomach feeling I used to get as a youngster walking my beagle past the village cemetery in the dark. I knew my grandfather lay just underneath the seventh tree. I used to say to myself, as the world was left to darkness and to me "It's not the dead I need to fear, but the living." No doubt I was an odd child.
A little unusual for a child to think that way. But not a bad thought to contemplate even at a young age.
When I attended my grandfather's funeral (I was 12), I got into a friendly argument with an adult who said that funerals were like weddings, for the living only. I said no, they're also to pay our respects to the deceased, so we don't forget. I must have been an odd 12-year-old.