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How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. Kahlil Gibran
Bob Marley’s “Is This Love” hurled me from the airport cafe to our old living room, where Dad wrapped his arms around Mom’s waist. Dad and Bob’s voices intermingled as he and Mom rocked to the music. The memory almost brought me to my knees.
I am strangely reminded of Mom’s utopia, gazing into the depths of Sid’s eyes.
Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next…You must look into that storm and shout, ‘Do your worst, for I will do mine!’ Then the fates will know you as we know you.”
“There’s freedom in accepting the ephemeral nature of life. We spend so much time fearing the end. I choose to appreciate the current moment for what it is.”
For fuck’s sake. Rambling—party of one!
He possesses a nourishing warmth that seeps into my bones and reminds me of what it’s like to be untethered from grief.
You slept with the sexiest man alive. You call that aight?
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Washington, I pray for your souls to rest in eternal peace. Those who are loved live on in the hearts of those who hold them dear. Though it feels like I’ve known him for a lifetime, I’ve only known your son for a short while, but it’s clear he loves you deeply. It’s said that true friendship is rare. Then, I shall count my blessings daily and cherish the friendship that I have with your son, who I imagine is a reflection of all of your light and love. May peace be upon you. A friend of your son, Sidney King.”
I told you I’d love you through it. This is me loving you,”
Even though that day on TV was the first time my eyes laid upon you, my soul recognized you. Its grace and wisdom led me straight to you.”