"Don't feel sad for me when you don't hear my voice around the house. Life is never inside the walls.
We die and then we come back. Like everything".
from the film Mine Vaganti
Amongst my grandma's stuff there's this unopened bottle of John Exshaw cognac. It belonged to my mom's dad who died over 50 years ago so this cognac is 50 or even 60 years old.
And now it's outliving my grandmother who died at the age of 93 years old the same day as the anniversary of her husband's death.
What do you do with those things that live on...that you inherit? What would've my mom's dad wanted to do? There's no way to ever know. But it's plain obvious what my grandma wanted to do with this bottle: keep it intact.
And now what?
I understand my mom more and more when she gets angry at material things; her anger comes from the thought that you die, you don't exist anymore and things live on impassibly as if nothing happened. I do get it now.
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| Photo belongs to Jorchet on Flickr |
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| Photo belongs to Jorchet on Flickr |
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| Photo belongs to Jorchet on Flickr |
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| Photo belongs to Jorchet on Flickr |
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