The serendipity of all this sometimes shocks even me.<\/p>\n
Alright… well… to begin with, perhaps I wasn’t accurate when I said that I didn’t care about Cady anymore. I mean, I think I said that, earlier, on here. Like, a couple weeks ago. I think it was after that dreadful MRI, or something. Or during that horrible emotional low where I was… just determined to off myself, as quickly as possible. You know, because of the withdrawals. <\/p>\n
Yeah, the withdrawals. That <\/em>was why.<\/p>\n Right.<\/p>\n So… well… back to Cady. And this time, let’s talk Christmas.<\/p>\n So… I still care I guess about her. And I still kinda wish she was still here. And I still kinda wish that maybe things were different, overall. And maybe… I’m still learning, here. About everything; life, love, and society; and why we are what we are, and why we do the things we do, and how.<\/p>\n So… Cady. Alright; let’s talk Crying Game<\/em>.<\/p>\n —————————————–<\/p>\n Woke up to snow, it’s Christmas again So I watch my momma from the back of the van It’s a crying game, seeing him in prison on Christmas day Now it’s all the same, it’s a crying game<\/p>\n I missed the call and woke to find my brother was gone But we came together, like never before It’s a crying game, to have to put my brothers in their graves Now it’s all the same, it’s a crying game<\/p>\n Living and loving gets me through the pain But it’s all the same, it’s a crying game<\/p>\n —————————————–<\/p>\n For those not in her fandom (most if not all of you), this song was Cady’s magnum opus. Personally, I like this song but it is not my favorite of hers, but this one is <\/em>her most critically acclaimed work. It’s I guess the important one, as far as her public face is concerned.<\/p>\n So… what do I <\/em>make of this, then?<\/p>\n Well…<\/p>\n Let’s look at her Facebook, first, and her last video, there.<\/p>\n
\nBut you’re still not home, got thrown in the pen
\nAnd I’m six years old sitting here thinking “Why am I always alone?”<\/p>\n
\nShe drove along, and having seven kids
\nMust have been hard, but daddy couldn’t stay out of the bar<\/p>\n
\nTwenty years later still such a shame to have a broken heart at such a young age<\/p>\n
\nThat’s when I lost my mind at eighteen years old
\nWondering how life could be so cold<\/p>\n
\nAll my brothers and sisters kept momma at shore til we lost another
\nIt’s hard to know just what to think no more<\/p>\n
\nLife ain’t perfect, but it’s such a shame
\nThey left behind the stories that they never made<\/p>\n
\nDon’t take for granted a soul or a day
\nAnywhere I’m going it’s crazy to think
\nThat there’s a million other people out there playing
\nCrying game
\nThere’s no winning and no one to blame
\nLife is fragile and can slip away and let me tell you when it does, it’s such a shame<\/p>\n