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September 27, 2005


Sophocles, Oedipus the King (Up to Scene III) -- Drama as Literature (EL 250)

My brother, and, though thou deny him, thine
No man shall say that _I_betrayed a brother.

I'm sorry that I am posting this late. I'm sure that some of you heard that my uncle (my mother's brother) passed away on Saturday. So I just got a chance to read the play a few minutes ago. This line stuck out to me like a sore thumb. I have been dealing with thoughts like this all weekend. My uncle, who died, was struggling with juvenile diabetes, depression, and a drug addiction for a long time. He drove just about every family member away from him, except my grandma, and when he died suddenly, and unexpectedly, alot of us were having a hard time with that. We lost him a long time ago. He didn't take care of himself, and he gave up. He had nothing to live for, so he just stopped living. This quote is very similar to the things that I have been hearing all weekend. "He did the things that he did, but he is still my [son, brother, uncle]". I can certainly say, now more than ever, that this quote hit RIGHT home with me.

Posted by CheraPupi at September 27, 2005 9:43 AM


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