Sometimes,when while riding around, usually doing errands or some equally unimportant thing, a song comes on the radio, there is a familiar smell, or some unexpected feeling takes me to a place that is not easy to understand. It generally feels OK, although sometimes it is accompanied by a wave of sadness or a memory that is not exactly unpleasant but it is uncomfortable.
Last week when Jordan was home, she came into my room for no reason and she noticed that the TV was tuned into the Hallmark channel. It would have been possible to say that I wasn’t watching but, that felt like a betrayal. Why, because my mother never missed a Hallmark movie… and there wasn’t always a channel dedicated to a celebration of sappy, sweet, always familiar plots and dialogue. She also watched Judge Judy , every game show she liked and always “The Golden Girls. “ But Hallmark movies were her favorite.
Hallmark movies don’t make you laugh or cry. They just exist and are usually produced by Larry Levinson and Robert Halmi, which is pretty ironic because you never hear anything nice said about them. But that is irrelevant with regard to this masterpiece – which by the way was written yesterday and lost. This is a rewrite and will hopefully be equally brilliant.
When there is a Hallmark movie available (24/7) it’s like my mom is with me. She comments, and makes appropriate sounds. It’s easy to reproduce them in my head. As long as there is a Hallmark movie, Mom remains an active part of my life.
But there are other things as well. My amazing friend Beth died much too early. She was a whirlwind of activity and stories. She collected people all over the world. When she signed off in a letter or on the phone she always said, “You I love”. Isn’t that terrific. Because it wasn’t just an “I love you” goodbye. It felt so much warmer and more personal. So I have decided to do the same thing to keep her alive and always present.
When the leaves change, when there is weather of any kind, when I see people who have been strangers for much too long, or when I see a gift that I would buy for a specific person, or when I hear a song that I sing very loud whether or not I know the words. It always triggers some memory. But it’s more than memory. It is a feeling that makes me smile, or maybe cry. It is a feeling that comes over me and takes me to a place where I would like to be. It is not a matter of going back to some specific time. It is rather a feeling that elicits a feeling I had in the past. It is a feeling that makes me want to go forward and yet not forget all those previous memorable emotions.
It would be dishonest to make a list of what happens, and when, because it is unpredictable. It is difficult to explain in words. I just don’t have them. But suffice it to say, “You I love.”
Last week when Jordan was home, she came into my room for no reason and she noticed that the TV was tuned into the Hallmark channel. It would have been possible to say that I wasn’t watching but, that felt like a betrayal. Why, because my mother never missed a Hallmark movie… and there wasn’t always a channel dedicated to a celebration of sappy, sweet, always familiar plots and dialogue. She also watched Judge Judy , every game show she liked and always “The Golden Girls. “ But Hallmark movies were her favorite.
Hallmark movies don’t make you laugh or cry. They just exist and are usually produced by Larry Levinson and Robert Halmi, which is pretty ironic because you never hear anything nice said about them. But that is irrelevant with regard to this masterpiece – which by the way was written yesterday and lost. This is a rewrite and will hopefully be equally brilliant.
When there is a Hallmark movie available (24/7) it’s like my mom is with me. She comments, and makes appropriate sounds. It’s easy to reproduce them in my head. As long as there is a Hallmark movie, Mom remains an active part of my life.
But there are other things as well. My amazing friend Beth died much too early. She was a whirlwind of activity and stories. She collected people all over the world. When she signed off in a letter or on the phone she always said, “You I love”. Isn’t that terrific. Because it wasn’t just an “I love you” goodbye. It felt so much warmer and more personal. So I have decided to do the same thing to keep her alive and always present.
When the leaves change, when there is weather of any kind, when I see people who have been strangers for much too long, or when I see a gift that I would buy for a specific person, or when I hear a song that I sing very loud whether or not I know the words. It always triggers some memory. But it’s more than memory. It is a feeling that makes me smile, or maybe cry. It is a feeling that comes over me and takes me to a place where I would like to be. It is not a matter of going back to some specific time. It is rather a feeling that elicits a feeling I had in the past. It is a feeling that makes me want to go forward and yet not forget all those previous memorable emotions.
It would be dishonest to make a list of what happens, and when, because it is unpredictable. It is difficult to explain in words. I just don’t have them. But suffice it to say, “You I love.”
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