Rituals
The family got together to pay our respects to the departed today. Each year, it amazes me that we go through this ritual almost mindlessly. What does it say about us as people that we trek to the cemeteries, sometimes without enthusiasm, year after year on this designated day?
On the one hand, it makes me happy to take part in something that spans centuries. Just think -- my great grandparents probably did the same thing in their time in a different place, over a hundred years ago. The thought of it all makes me feel like I'm part of some larger, grander design that I cannot comprehend.
It also forces me to think beyond today and now by reaching into the murky past. You can't help but get a different point of view -- kinda like a camera pulling back from a zoomed-in shot to give you a completely different perspective.
On the other hand, it also makes me sad to realize that we often go through the motions of ritual without remembering the significance of the tradition, or how it began in the first place.
Grandpa, I hope you're happy, wherever you are now.
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Posted by CF at 9:05 PM
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