Aug. 31st, 2007

raybear: (profile)
Tonight at work, I suddenly thought about my father and considered calling him. I didn't. I did remember that he was supposedly planning to e-mail me a CD of digital pictures taken from my grandmother's funeral. I came home and there were 3 giant e-mails from him with attachments. They were mostly various family combinations on a couch, and half a dozen pictures of the 'altar' at the funeral -- she wanted to be cremated, so my cousins made a collage of photos to hang.

I didn't open the e-mails at first. I laughed at being psychic and shut the computer and went to read a little in my office. Later, curiosity got the best of me, and I opened them up. I have stared and stared at this collage, it is less interesting to people who are not related to my family, and it is also less interesting if it is viewed small, so I beg your pardon, there will be an extraordinarily large photo behind this cut.

granny )

I was in bed and started to drift off and thought back to these pictures, trying to remember names, years, experiences. My mother will be 60 in a few months. I am the age she was when she birthed me. I realized that maybe my great-aunt Margaret and great-uncle Dub have probably passed and no one told me, yet I could also see them alive and well in some assisted care facility. I should e-mail my father and ask.

I started to think of the song Mississippi Goddamn, because I keep saying 'goddamn', and then crabgrass yard and crickets buzzing and my aunt's leather cigarette pouch. Spinning divinity and ice milk on peach cobbler. The freezer in the garage and the house in Purvis with the wood burning stove and Simon the poodle and at the age of 19 I went to a country rock bar in an old train depot with my aunt and her friends and ordered a Heineken and felt so refined and mature. There is banana pudding in the fridge and Days of Our Lives recorded on vhs tapes and a waterbed. Funny how memories can be so far away, so fuzzy and indistinct, but then you finally lock on one and suddenly everyting unexpected tumbles out. I keep looking at these pictures.

I keep looking at these pictures of my family and I do not come from a gene pool of traditionally gorgeous people, except everyone is beautiful when we are young.

What is sort of most extraordinary to me right now is how I'm feeling. Sure, I am sad. But it feels sort of pure, not muddled with panic and anxiety and fear. I am also...there. It is not even nostalgia. I am in it, but not taken under by it. I'm floating, existing, getting washed ashore.

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