Whenever I feel in need of something good to watch, I would frequent a shop near my place for an incredibly affordable yet good quality DVD haul. When perusing through the vast selection of flicks, I consider several criteria before compiling my finds and handing cash over to the clerk.
I was once told that my musical choices gravitated towards male artists and groups of predominantly male talent. Since the evidence presented in my iTunes library supports the claim, I decided to explore the details of the gender disparity that lies within my playlist — and plug some of the feminine voices hidden beneath all that masculinity.
Four months and sixteen days after my grandfather passed away, his soulmate — my grandmother — joined him. I was given the honour of participating in a tribute that involved several people my grandmother knew. Being the youngest of the selected, I spoke on behalf of all the grandchildren. Just before my grandmother was laid to rest, I stood in front of a cathedral full of parishioners with handwritten scrawls that held together my tribute speech, and emotions that were probably much less composed. Herein is the transcribed version.
My grandfather passed away at sundown of January 7th, following complications from pneumonia and a stroke. His funeral, though bungled with the complications of small town tradition, was underlined by sharing wonderful memories of my grandfather and collecting strength from family, which lightened the grief just when we needed it the most.