The song remains the same ....

[mothra]

George Harrison at his finest:


We were talking
About the space between us all
And the people
Who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late
When they pass away

We were talking
About the love we all could share
When we find it
To try our best to hold it there
With our love, with our love
We could save the world
If they only knew

Try to realize it's all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you

We were talking
About the love that's gone so cold and the people
Who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know
They can't see, are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself
Then you may find peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you

 

[johnsmith]

Sounds like you were lucky to have known him

 

[mothra]

Sounds like you were lucky to have known him

A preferable perspective to the one i've been stuck on. Thanks John.

You know, i've been so educated on the subject of loss ... but it still catches you unawares.

I remember being in a seminar about how to deal with people who have tragically lost a loved one to violent crime. A case study was introduced of a woman, a mother, whose daughter was violently raped, murdered and then thrown into a river like she was garbage. This mother was distraught, years later. She could not get past her daughter's dying moments. The absolute epitome of grief stricken.

It was put to her by her practitioner that she was forgetting her daughter's life, being so caught in the final moments of it. All the years. All the joy that we parents understand. That love, man. Her practitioner gently suggested that she was holding on to all the wrong parts.

The woman, from reports, claimed to have never even considered that. It simply hadn't occurred to her, so bogged down in grief and horror was she. It was an absolute revelation to her. Just the right person to say the right thing at the right time. She could have heard that said by countless people over the year ... but she wasn't in a state to hear it. Complex creatures, us humans.

From reports, she went on to heal.

But you know that saying? If someone's tombstone reads "1954-2024" ...it's the "-" that matters. That's where the stories and the love are.

 

[johnsmith]

A preferable perspective to the one i've been stuck on. Thanks John.

You know, i've been so educated on the subject of loss ... but it still catches you unawares.

I remember being in a seminar about how to deal with people who have tragically lost a loved one to violent crime. A case study was introduced of a woman, a mother, whose daughter was violently raped, murdered and then thrown into a river like she was garbage. This mother was distraught, years later. She could not get past her daughter's dying moments. The absolute epitome of grief stricken.

It was put to her by her practitioner that she was forgetting her daughter's life, being so caught in the final moments of it. All the years. All the joy that we parents understand. That love, man. Her practitioner gently suggested that she was holding on to all the wrong parts.

The woman, from reports, claimed to have never even considered that. It simply hadn't occurred to her, so bogged down in grief and horror was she. It was an absolute revelation to her. Just the right person to say the right thing at the right time. She could have heard that said by countless people over the year ... but she wasn't in a state to hear it. Complex creatures, us humans.

From reports, she went on to heal.

But you know that saying? If someone's tombstone reads "1954-2024" ...it's the "-" that matters. That's where the stories and the love are.

Absolutely right.

My uncle was murdered the same year I was born. To this day no one knows why. My grandmother was so grief stricken that for the rest of her life (some 40 odd years) she refused to leave her house except for when she was dragged out for medical emergencies. As they lived in a small village in southern Italy, she believed someone in the village knew what had happened (even though he was murdered in Switzerland). Because of that she said she did not want to face them, not until they came to her and told her what they knew. No one ever did.

It was tragic that he was murdered. It was, in my opinion, even more tragic that she spent the next 40 years a self inflicted prisoner in her own home. It wasn't just one life lost that year he was killed. I think that if someone had taken the time to help her through her grief, life would have been very different for her. Although at that time and in that village, grief councilors were non existent. We need to grieve when tragedies happen, but we also need to celebrate the time we shared.

 

[mothra]

Absolutely right.

My uncle was murdered the same year I was born. To this day no one knows why. My grandmother was so grief stricken that for the rest of her life (some 40 odd years) she refused to leave her house except for when she was dragged out for medical emergencies. As they lived in a small village in southern Italy, she believed someone in the village knew what had happened (even though he was murdered in Switzerland). Because of that she said she did not want to face them, not until they came to her and told her what they knew. No one ever did.

It was tragic that he was murdered. It was, in my opinion, even more tragic that she spent the next 40 years a self inflicted prisoner in her own home. It wasn't just one life lost that year he was killed. I think that if someone had taken the time to help her through her grief, life would have been very different for her. Although at that time and in that village, grief councilors were non existent. We need to grieve when tragedies happen, but we also need to celebrate the time we shared.

Ah geez. That's a heavy legacy for a family. So much pain over so may years.

And it passes down. Through the generations. In surprising ways.

Community is so important but so is mental health support and grief counseling. I agree, it would have helped your grandmother, made the love bigger than the pain.

I'm sorry for your family.

 

[mothra]

 

[SethBullock]

The Eagles in Melbourne, 2005, "Hotel California" Very interesting secondary footage of the visual show the audience was treated to during the song, shown in this video after the finish of the song.

 

[greggerypeccary]

Give it a couple of minutes.

 

[SethBullock]

I lack the words ...

Reverent and somber. Beautifully performed.

And I am reminded that we must never forget them. Our place is to make their sacrifice worth it. We owe them that.

 

[SethBullock]