Memorial Blues
I learned yesterday that my cousin died. He was only 32 and with death, it always leaves us questioning our own mortality. I wonder if he was happy with his life’s accomplishments. I certainly am not at a place where I am content with what I have achieved. I have too many tasks that have not gone through to completion. My artwork is suffering lately. It is my passion and I love to share in discussions with others about their art or how they feel about art.
My mind is all over the place today, but it keeps going back to my cousin. I am not sure who his friends are because we were not close. This unfortunately is a common thread in my family. There is a disconnect in my family. We try to become close, but too many secrets, lies and other elements stand in the way.
It would be nice to share this with someone, but do not have an ear or eye that I know personally to divulge this information too. Therefore, I put it here in my blog as a way of releasing emotions. It works a bit, but like many things in my life, it is simply a temporary fix.
