I was sitting here, the other night, looking over old LJs from this time last year. My first set of university exams. I knew nothing about sociology and sociologists. It's funny to think how much that's changed. My head is now full of theories and theorists, ideas and concepts, and it's time to review it all properly for my exam on Monday. I am capable of answering questions which ask me to compare Emile Durheim and Max Weber, or at least I will be, by exam time.
On a completely different, and somewhat sombre, note... Today would have been my great-aunt's birthday. She passed away a year and two days ago.
I think I might be the only one who really remembered, but I'm pretty sure my grandmother (her sister) did. No one's said anything about it, at any rate. How do you bring it up? "Yeah, so... it was a year ago that the last of my great-aunts died..."
My grandmother and I were talking about her sisters the other day. Both my great-aunts were extremely religious, and, on the passing of the Pope, my grandmother commented that it was probably a good thing they'd passed away before Pope John Paul II because they wouldn't have taken his death very well. Despite their certainty that he would, of course, go to Heaven, they would have been heartbroken at his passing. Actually, if they were still around and in halfway decent health (which neither of them were, for the last 6-12 months of their lives), I'm sure they would have flown to Rome and practically camped out in la Piazza di San Pietro and cried and prayed.
Instead of them mourning him, though, I smiled. I smiled because, in my mind, my aunts are both in Heaven and were there to welcome John Paul II upon his arrival. I think that would have made them both very happy.
Bonne fête, MB. Tu me manques.
Yeah. Time to get back to social theory.
On a completely different, and somewhat sombre, note... Today would have been my great-aunt's birthday. She passed away a year and two days ago.
I think I might be the only one who really remembered, but I'm pretty sure my grandmother (her sister) did. No one's said anything about it, at any rate. How do you bring it up? "Yeah, so... it was a year ago that the last of my great-aunts died..."
My grandmother and I were talking about her sisters the other day. Both my great-aunts were extremely religious, and, on the passing of the Pope, my grandmother commented that it was probably a good thing they'd passed away before Pope John Paul II because they wouldn't have taken his death very well. Despite their certainty that he would, of course, go to Heaven, they would have been heartbroken at his passing. Actually, if they were still around and in halfway decent health (which neither of them were, for the last 6-12 months of their lives), I'm sure they would have flown to Rome and practically camped out in la Piazza di San Pietro and cried and prayed.
Instead of them mourning him, though, I smiled. I smiled because, in my mind, my aunts are both in Heaven and were there to welcome John Paul II upon his arrival. I think that would have made them both very happy.
Bonne fête, MB. Tu me manques.
Yeah. Time to get back to social theory.