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Yawning
Sunday, September 03, 2006

This summer I found myself at two different funerals. One for someone I've never met. At the first one perhaps I was a little tired but not so tired as too yawn as much and often as I did during the memorial service. I remember consciously thinking, "I'm not tired, why do I keep yawning? I don't want to be rude." Each time I yawned I covered my mouth, being respectful and polite. Eventually, my yawning came to an end. The second memorial service was during the middle of the day and I most defiantly was not tired, however, once again I found myself repeatedly yawning.

So, I started to think about it. Why does one yawn? One yawns when they're tired and because he or she lacks oxygen. This second reason was my answer. One yawns because they need more oxygen, when one is without any oxygen they are no longer alive. Was my continuous yawning during the two funerals a subconscious way for me to connect? Was it a way for me to be with them, a way for them to remain with me? By yawning was I instilling their memory into me? Or was I simply, just yawning?

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