sigur ros - von

This one just gets me. It's the song. The performance. The people in the cafe in Iceland watching and listening and being. The facial expressions. The emotion. The lack of lyrics. The lack of hurt.

Sigur Ros, Von, from Heima:

August 5

Today was a day like any other. Only it wasn't. It's been four years since my brother passed on. "Passed on". That's supposed to be a kinder, softer way of saying someone died. Passed on. Four years. Seems like a day. Seems like a lifetime. Seems I have to see August 5 once a year. Death. A brother's death. I still lack closure most funerals provide. Time helps but it does not heal. August 5. A day like any other. Only not at all.