The dead cry for those who live
I heard a line from a song on the radio today… "The dead cry for those who live". What a beautiful thing. I was stunned by it. Yes, the dead cry for those who live. I can imagine that.
I imagined my grandparents on my mom’s side, looking down on me from heaven with tears in their wrinkled eyes… yesterday, for instance, when i tossed and turned in bed, stressed about work. Tears, because they really couldn’t understand what i would waste my time like that for something that is so unimportant, from a dead person’s perspective.
Avtually, if my grandparents on my mom’s side wanted to cry over their grandchildren and if they went one by one from the oldest, they would probably have no tears left by the time they reached me.
I wonder why it’s a comfort to think of them standing there, looking at me and crying. Maybe because i imagine their teras as gentle tears of acceptence of how he world is just a sad place and there’s nothing to do about it. Not the angry or depressed or desperate tears the living cry.
BTW, nothing bad happend that made me think these weird thoughts…. just tired and stressed from work, i guess.
Wow, what an awesome entry!
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This is really interesting. I like clicking on an entry and finding something that makes me feel thoughtful…
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Any idea what song that was?
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I think life was much harder 3-4 generations ago. I feel that I have a very nice and convenient life in comparison to the dramatic lives of my ancestors (Stalin, Holocaust & Siberia come to mind). They certainly wouldn’t have cried for me. Nevertheless, I think most of them were better educated than me, with stronger character and much more will power. In some sense, I am indulging myself.
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Although this is really well said, the idea of people up there crying when they die makes me sad… But the concept that the dead would cry for those who live (if they good) I like…
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