"October 22, 2011 5:29 pm
To my one and only wife,
We were at the dance floor this day forty-five years ago, remember? Donnie with Ana, Joseph with Joan. And me, with you in that white dress. I remember giving you the pink corsage, telling you that I worried it didn't match the color of your dress. You smiled, still thanking me. Pink was your favorite color. This fact I knew. That was the day you and I became us. I thank you and look back at the memory with a smile on my face. You knew how to make things special, to make me feel special.
I love you, Lydia. I will be with you soon.
Allan"
This letter was found amongst my grandfather's things when we went through his drawers hours after he was declared dead. It was almost as if he knew he would be gone soon, based on the time he had written. He had died that night at almost 10 in the evening, his breathing slowing down. He went peacefully to his creator, and looked as if he sleeping.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Superman Tonight by Bon Jovi
Stories from Songs
Song Title: Superman Tonight
Artist: Bon Jovi
Carl looked at the woman on the balcony, thinking that this reminded him somewhat of Romeo and Juliet. He knew her as the girl whose house had a balcony, but he did not know her name. He was too rational to think he was in love, but in fact, he was, he just didn’t know it yet. She sat by the balcony, and he could just make out the white of her dress through the slats of concrete. She was crying, her soft sobs reaching his ears. By moonlight, her skin looked paler than in the daytime, almost paper-white, like her dress. Had she been left at the altar? A white dress in this small town meant only one thing: a marriage.
He longed to comfort her, but knew that such an action was unthinkable. He was not acquainted with her, and she was up high, much too unreachable. He stared for a long time, aware he was creating a memory. A memory of a nameless young woman from his hometown, crying her heart out on a balcony.
It was in the news next morning, when he was miles away from that town, that the young woman, Julia, had killed herself.
Song Title: Superman Tonight
Artist: Bon Jovi
Carl looked at the woman on the balcony, thinking that this reminded him somewhat of Romeo and Juliet. He knew her as the girl whose house had a balcony, but he did not know her name. He was too rational to think he was in love, but in fact, he was, he just didn’t know it yet. She sat by the balcony, and he could just make out the white of her dress through the slats of concrete. She was crying, her soft sobs reaching his ears. By moonlight, her skin looked paler than in the daytime, almost paper-white, like her dress. Had she been left at the altar? A white dress in this small town meant only one thing: a marriage.
He longed to comfort her, but knew that such an action was unthinkable. He was not acquainted with her, and she was up high, much too unreachable. He stared for a long time, aware he was creating a memory. A memory of a nameless young woman from his hometown, crying her heart out on a balcony.
It was in the news next morning, when he was miles away from that town, that the young woman, Julia, had killed herself.
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