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Ho hum.
I'm feeling a bit weepy at the moment. I just finished watching a show about Patsy Cline. Now I've listened to her songs for ages because my mom has a couple of her records and I've always liked her. But I'd never seen her.
The show was only half an hour and for some reason it really hit me. It was so different to see her singing as opposed to just listening to her on the records. Her voice seemed that much more powerful having her image attached to it. And so the show ended and I was suddenly struck by the thought that... she's gone.
I know it's stupid. She's been gone for 42 years. But suddenly her death became personal to me even though I didn't know her. It's like having a candle that sheds light in a darkened room snuffed out forever. It's at times like these that I'm really quite grateful for technology and the ability it gives us to capture moments and preserve them.
Also, June 24, 2005 marked the 20th anniversary of the Air India crash. 329 people died; a lot of them were Canadians. I didn't know any of those people personally either, but I found myself thinking about them as well. About all gaping holes left in so many families. About the airline workers that checked that flight through. About the tragic lost of potential.
I firmly believe in an afterlife. Whether it be the Christian idea of heaven and hell, or reincarnation, or whatever, I believe we move on after we die. I know lots of people consider this a load of hogwash but I'd like to think that somewhere, somehow, those 329 people will be reunited with their loved ones and get to live what might have been. And that Patsy Cline is singing still.
I'm feeling a bit weepy at the moment. I just finished watching a show about Patsy Cline. Now I've listened to her songs for ages because my mom has a couple of her records and I've always liked her. But I'd never seen her.
The show was only half an hour and for some reason it really hit me. It was so different to see her singing as opposed to just listening to her on the records. Her voice seemed that much more powerful having her image attached to it. And so the show ended and I was suddenly struck by the thought that... she's gone.
I know it's stupid. She's been gone for 42 years. But suddenly her death became personal to me even though I didn't know her. It's like having a candle that sheds light in a darkened room snuffed out forever. It's at times like these that I'm really quite grateful for technology and the ability it gives us to capture moments and preserve them.
Also, June 24, 2005 marked the 20th anniversary of the Air India crash. 329 people died; a lot of them were Canadians. I didn't know any of those people personally either, but I found myself thinking about them as well. About all gaping holes left in so many families. About the airline workers that checked that flight through. About the tragic lost of potential.
I firmly believe in an afterlife. Whether it be the Christian idea of heaven and hell, or reincarnation, or whatever, I believe we move on after we die. I know lots of people consider this a load of hogwash but I'd like to think that somewhere, somehow, those 329 people will be reunited with their loved ones and get to live what might have been. And that Patsy Cline is singing still.
