Melancholy, Twisted, Beautiful

Just finished writing an obituary for my dying grandfather. It made me feel weepy and it made it seem real that he won’t be with us much longer. Felt the same heaviness when i dropped off a porch swing that he made with his own two hands at a friend’s house last night. It did make me laugh in a bittersweet way that she will be painting it bright pink. Listening to Frightened Rabbit’s “Old Old Fashioned” and reading a story about kids during WWII driving out to a new bridge in Alabama, parking on it, and pulling out an old crank record player and dancing in the moonlight.

Feeling melancholy and weepy, in a life is twisted and beautiful kind of way.

  2 comments for “Melancholy, Twisted, Beautiful

  1. leelee
    June 19, 2009 at 2:03 pm

    What porch swing?

  2. June 21, 2009 at 9:53 am

    The swingset in the yard at the lake got the axe. Gave the swing (it wasn’t on the porch, but is “porchswing” style) to a friend. We still have three more of them.

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