Friday, August 13, 2010

The Future Is The Past Waiting To Happen









And though you may not be able to imagine what I was like, I did live. More importantly, I loved.

21 comments:

bDot said...

eXaCtiSfaCTioN.

Emme said...

You still do love..love you!

delayne said...

These posts touch my heart every day, but some are even more poignant than others. This is one of them. Last night I lost a dear friend to Multiple Sclerosis. Randy lived with a capital 'L'. But more importantly, he loved....

Thank you for all that you do. Your words are more important than you know. :)

rivercat said...

I remember driving past those huge graveyards in ny...they go on forever.
even really cold cold people love, its just they dont/didnt feel comfortable and were probably told when they were little or something happened to make them more concerned with making a living than having one, but i guess my point is that we all have that in common and i take that as a kind of starting point for thinking of us all together instead of thinking first im a isralei and your a palestinian etc.

Great post, even if i misinterpreted it lol

Miss Philosophy said...

The present is a rope stretched over the past. The secret to walking it is, you never look down. - Sean Stewart, Perfect Circle, 2004

N. said...

:)

Your timing never ceases to amaze me.

Any Silveira said...

hey, you write very well.
I love your blog. *-*
And this text is very beautiful. :D

ahlin said...

i read obituaries all day at work and really, this says more than any of them. i wish they all were like this instead of the super long ones listing all of their 'accomplishments' like somebody gives a crap.

noiseless patient spider said...

Indeed, love extends through time; so we can still be brave even with our senseless bones, and touch the one we love grave by grave.

Anonymous said...

You are capable of sustaining life, and so are we

I’m on distant planet, hoping i can reach you. Attempting to make contact through satellites. Satellites sent long ago, sucked in by your gravitational pull. We hope the messages have found their way to you. Even though we have a feeling they burned up in your atmosphere. We are preparing another, this one will be made up of even stronger materials, emotions that can withstand the strongest rejection. We have not given up hope. We will clear your atmosphere, we will land. We will make contact….with your heart. - P.R.C.

Anonymous said...

so beautiful
keep writing, always

Alyaa said...

and remember that it was you that I loved.

Abby said...

This is so beautiful and poignant.

Anonymous said...

I hope it's something worth the waiting...

zonedin said...

It's the Love that everyone will miss.

Anonymous said...

If we remember this, we'll also remember to show those who matter most to us, that we love them. Now, and every time we get a chance.

swati said...

hey even i write such posts but your posts....no comparison really amazing work!...i can actually feel the emotions

X Ello said...

I only hope I can say this when I'm dead...

Hopeless Romantic said...

Beautiful.
I have the hardest time going to graveyards, I think this is why. It's not that they scare me or anything, I just feel sad for all the lives gone, and the loved ones they left behind.

assumed femme fatale said...

This was perfect. You are so timely, it is uncanny. Spent yesterday placing flowers on my mom's grave, she's been gone five years, but time doesn't make some holes easier to live with. This post, however, makes the good memories a little closer. Thank you :)

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Jonathan said...

This is what I want to be written on my gravestone.