don't think twice, it's alright
An old man once held me on his lap. His face fell around brilliant eyes. Creases folded on top of creases. They hadn't changed in years. They'd been there like wisdom from an early age. His ears were half the size of his head. His hair receeded and white. But in the calm of his arms I found the root of all that is home. Giant wrinkled hands
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I feel insensitive because I can't relate in the least whenever people tell me that this old relative will be passing soon. I sit there, in complete indifference. Not at all because I make for an insensitive friend, but because if you were to say one of those generically fond names we attatch to the older people of our family blood-line, it brings around no good feelings.
So in action, when I hear of people's relatives going the way we all go, I don't ever feel sad. Actually, I feel satisfied. Finally, the wicked witch is dead. It's very difficult, let me tell you, just to feel bad with a friend under this context.
So I hope you know it means a lot that I feel really bad for your family because instead I've tapped not into the person who's loss will be missed, but the people who'll be hurt by it.
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