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Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Blog 113: Just a Li'l Something

I'm just writing a little something to moisten your dry interest, as I'm very very aware that I haven't written anything on here properly for like, a while.

Why is it we tell people, when they're grieving a lost loved one, that they're "Probably up there right now, looking down on us and smiling?"

It's kinda ridiculous. I mean, sorry, but say you get to heaven, and there's huuuuuge parties, chocolate growing on trees, everyone's well fun, you can hang out with GOD and like all the angels, etc, (I mean, that's kinda really cool...) so why on EARTH (or why in heaven) would you waste all your time just sitting on a cloud on your own observing the ridiculously mundane tasks which your relatives are doing? I mean, for real? I can imagine, maybe, you might take 5 minutes or something to watch your kids getting married or whatever, but REALLY are you sitting there watching them on the bus, smiling down?

Also, right, someone was talking about my Great Grandpa the other day. Now, when he was alive, his house always smelt a bit of TCP, like ALWAYS, and this person was saying how they went to an antique market type thing, and smelt TCP and they actually said "It was like Grandpa was there". Really? REALLY? Is he really just wandering around an antique store? And does thinking that really bring you comfort? I mean, to be honest, that sounds rubbish for five minutes, let alone eternity. And the smell of TCP doesn't mean his spirit is wafting around nearby! His spirit isn't gonna smell of TCP?! It doesn't mean if I feel a sore throat coming on i GARGLE a bit of my Grandpa to sort it out?!

I think my Grandpa is MORE LIKELY to be in heaven, and I'd rather he was than wandering aimlessly around an antique store. I think he would've wanted it that way too.

Might as well dedicate this to him, even though it's rubbish.