On Tuesday, Sigur Ros's crew sent out an email to those of us with tickets to attend the show at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery on Sunday. They asked for volunteers who would be willing to share a short recorded vocal piece about a loved one that had passed away, to be played right before the show began. Naturally, I jumped at this. Well, I was selected, and, after a huge bout of writer's block (lol story of my life, amirite?) I came home and vomited this little bit out in about ten minutes. Then I recorded it (which was awful and awkward). But I thought that since I'm sharing it with a billion other people, why not share it with y'all.
However.
Some disclosures.
This is my perspective.
You may think I'm romanticizing.
Fine.
My family may think it's all bullshit.
Okay.
But I wrote it out of love, respect, truth, and honor.
Because sometimes I feel tremendously guilty for never having visited her when she was in the hospital. Because I was so selfish that I didn't want to ruin my last memory of my grandmother.
So here it is.
