So the other day I was sitting quietly, working on sketches for my sweetheart, when I noticed a disquieting look had settled upon Bill’s face. With his eyes glued to the ground, he began to speak of life and our certain deaths. Call it a tenth life crisis, a confrontation with his own mortality, or maybe just some bad Cinnamon Toast Crunch (my votes on the third). A hollow void settled around him as he began to lament, his voice low and poignant, “Don’t you see death is growing? It comes for everything. It’s growing in length and width, never sleeping, always taking and taking.”
He turns towards my mother, gives her a tender gaze. And I am not kidding here-he begins to make her funeral arrangements.
“When mom dies I will have her buried in the backyard. On her tombstone will be a heart with both of our initials inside of it. Inside the house there will be a statue of her, dressed in her favorite clothes and wearing some nice shoes. We’ll cut the hair off her head and put it on the statue.”
And he's seven years old. You see everyone, I could not make this stuff up if I tried. Such is life.
This one's for you A-Town :) (below)
Austin caught the shrimp! What a stud!
4 comments:
That's a great picture at the top!!
You know what, I'm really really sad that the wallpaper on my computer doesn't change anymore. It's so boring now! I wish there was a way you could change it from Germany :(
Whats with the quote at the top?
Pickle,
I know, I KNOW! There were few things that brought me more satisfaction that putting up a new picture of me trying to be a model everytime I came over, which is to say every freakin day! What about the one I put up on Megan's? Do you remember that? Somebody had to open a window :)
I miss you girl.
k,
M Town
Dear What's,
The "quote at the top" happens to be a stroke of genius by a brilliant person, ahem, woman, who I happen to be rather fond of. K?
k,
Rice
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