Today you have two posts, one for life and one for death to consider, it is about 1,100 words but you will be able to wade your way thru it.
As a small lad, we were required by our teacher to provide everyone in our class a card on Valentine’s Day. She would give us a list of every kid in class and then we would dutifully (as instructed) fill out a card for each child. On that “special day” they would be distributed by hand to each desk and passed out.
Unfortunately, the extremely popular boys and girls got loads of cards and some children got few if any. I always hated that part of the ritual, it seemed so unfair and cruel to me. I suppose that this is when I first started disliking this holiday. It could have also been my first exposure to racism at an early age.
Regardless, I just felt it was lopsided and so very unfair.
Today, as I stand here at the rack in the store and I search in vain for the appropriate card for my Cup Cake I think back to those times and I wonder if it is still the same for a small child in this day and age?
Today was a washout for me on the card.
I wanted to find a card that had something catchy inside, appropriate for this monumental, noteworthy occasion, and still, at the same time, say it all. Something like: You are something and someone very special. You really are. No one else in this entire world is like you (except possibly everyone else) and there are so many beautiful things about you. You’re a one of a kind treasure. Uniquely here in this space and time.
You are here to shine in your own wonderful way, sharing your smile in the best way you can, and remembering all the while that a little light somewhere makes a brighter light somewhere else (try and figure out that one! Hah). You can and you do make a wonderful contribution to this world. You do, and don’t let anyone tell you differently.
You have qualities within you that many people would love to have, and those who really and truly know you are so glad that they do. You have a big heart and a sensitive soul. You are gifted with thoughts and ways of seeing things that only special people know. You know that life doesn’t always play by the rules, but that in the long run, everything will work out.
You understand that you and your actions are capable of turning anything around, and that joys once lost can always be found. There is a resolve and an inner reserve of strength in you that few ever get to see. You have so many treasures within, those you’re only beginning to deserve, and all the ones you’re already aware of. Never forget what a true treasure in life you are. That special person in the mirror may not always get to hear all the compliments you so sweetly deserve, that you are so worthy of, such an abundance of friendship, joy, and love.
But I could not find “the card” that said that, so here it is … I take one piece of plain paper, and I write: I am so glad you are my friend … Happy Valentine’s Day my dear, you complete my world. I then place two one hundred dollar bills in a little red envelope, leave it on the kitchen table and go out to the shop to work on our bus.
That is the way love works when you are old and comfortable with each other. It aint a box of chocolate but it gets the job done.
And Of Death
All this week, I have been down with a hard hitting cold, a dry cough, it shakes you to the bone kinda thing. It has more or less beaten me down to a point, where I just sit in the chair and silently wish it would go away. Consequently I have been reading quite a lot and television has taken a huge slice of my life here lately. I have had a lot of time to look at this Whitney Houston thing and one part of it leaps out at my consciousness.
Whitney like a lot of people before her, died alone, in her bathtub and she went out early (by most standards) and now everyone is coming out to say how much it is that “they loved her,” that they “are going to miss her,” and all sort of platitudes fill the airwaves daily. Everyone it seems wants a piece of her now infamous 15 minutes of fame.
It struck me as odd, that if they had all been there beside her BEFORE ALL OF THIS that perhaps she might not be gone now. It seems to me that everyone is so quick to step up to the plate and confess their admiration and devotion to the Diva now that she is no longer alive. Is for the most part, unashamedly tacky in most respects and outright shallow.
That is pretty sad.
But if you stop and think about it, it is pretty standard fare for Hollywood which has a profound tendency to worry about the horse after it has left the barn.
How many times have you read or heard of a Hollywood celebrity dying all alone in their expensive apartment or their bedroom of their mansion. No friends, no acquaintances, just the grim reaper and an appointment in time for their companion on the last ride out of town.
The ride to the top must be exhilarating and often short, but the road down, is a long and tortuous journey full of pitfalls and disappointment. Such a tragic end to a stellar career and the finish of what appears to be at face value, a short sad lonely life.
Strange, all of her movies and her CD’s are leaping off the shelves, another phenomenon of all this, morbid fascination with the star and her work. As for me, all I can think of is the girl flat ran out of time.