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Originally Posted by 4LaneStudios
I just spotted another one (another of my vistories).
292 .... forgotten
The Last Time I Saw Her
"Beneath a battered marking stone
it lies forgotten"
I'm going now... ~~ Lynn
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Q292 .... forgotten
The Last Time I Saw Her - is absolutely correct ! what do you call a trifecta that becomes a quad-fecta er... ? lol... dunno - but you got it !
As a courtesy to all those who have allready listened to me pour my heart out over Merry many times in here, or those who wish to skip it for whatever reason, its cool; just skip down to the ole 'BACK TO BIZ' and you'll miss nothing of game consequence.
"Beneath a battered marking stone
it lies forgotten" - Lynn, the following speaks to how powerful the emotional content in your guys' vistories is, and out of courtesy, I would not ask any of you now to "suffer the loss of thy neighbor" as I did so much in the past. But, should you choose to: Oh man does
that song and the
vistory too, bring back hard memories. Take that as a compliment Lynn, as all references too them that I make where I speak of them eliciting difficult emotions - that speaks so well for them as mediums of emotional and artistic expression;
both joyful and sorrowful, as is life, and so should any
effective attempt to render the depth and breadth of the emotions in life in any way - as you folks have done so well.
And the visuals - the way the Black & White, or rather- absence of color, zero saturation, like in the forest where there is a flowering pink bush surrounded by lush greenery starts with no color, then saturation is smoothly cranked up and the color bursts forth - very effective technique with many a metaphor. Once again I find myself atempting to convey that I am not being gratuitous or disingenuous in any way when I go on about how....
GOOD the vistories are.
The way they are sweet w/o being saccharin, and not convey despare w/o also hope, darkness w/o light. I easily have been able to sit and watch them, transfixed for an hour or more, on both songs I love, and songs that I like -
not as much- together. The vistories might be a hard subject for you now Lynn, with the outside influences possibly pulling back like a tump line. If so, I apologize. But you speak of them with happiness and enthusiasm, so I don't think I'm loading
salt with the buckshot unintentionaly.
Actually - the memories are not yet obscured with the haze that time heals hard memories with- still mourning the loss of my wife, though I try to not trivialize it by mentioning it too much in here, the way
I did in months past. I also find it interesting that I am remembering more and more through rose color glasses, inferring nothing negative - just normal life, through those lenses as I file them away it seems. Not
every memory can be staggeringly beautiful, but those rose lenses gently make it seem so.
This group of people in corfid is remarkably like a family in many ways, (good days and bad days, ups and downs, but GOOD people as a norm) - and boy did I need the soothing balm of family, listening to me go
on and on about Merry's passing, which even self-deprecating ole' me (usually) looking back would say was perfectly normal - this whole group - all of corfid - seemed like 2000 people I could cry my heart out to in words. In fact- it was too excess as I look back at posts about 5 - 9 months old.
My somehow managing to bring it up in almost every thread for awhile I did not
try or
intend to, and in retrospect it bummed-out many a happy thread until I entered, and something made me think of Merry passing, I'd post, and blab blab on I went. Commonly, mine was the last post. I called myself the thread-killer for awhile, under my breath, as I NEVER joked about my loss of Merry, nor will I now, it still seems disrespecful, and I was both overly bellicose and circumspect about how I spoke of it (the loss); and how others did too, to the point of being almost impolite.
Understandable maybe, but acceptable I think
only if I recognize in hindsight that I was doing that to excess, however necessary (it was) - just as every seemingly friendly ear was through the first 6 months - all the poor check-out people, neighbors, colleagues, and my friends here in town and within driving distance, or, a free long-distance cell call away - I bent their patient ears as I did in here, with nary a complaint, from anyone..., well, except sorta one.. but no matter that, I had it coming. My P.C.P. Doc said it was necessary to talk until I was blue in the face - or my patient friends et al were.....part of the process.
And even though I am ostensibly 'looking back on talking about it too much, as was needed, in fact, I am now ! So forgive me please and I'll get back to biz. One last thought - an old friend I spoke too in Ohio on the phone about it last weekend- she told me my doc's S.W.A.G. estimate of 2 -3 years was shy....she told me from family experience and some friends, she saw it take as much as 10 years, and that was not a skew, but closer to a modal. Wow, long time.... I hope its not as hard as its been over the last 9 months for 10 years.. Logically, it would ease up a little each year.. Sorry, again.
Lynn I'd watch that vistory over and over, and each time I'd flood my desk with tears; I'm not embarrassed to say. Take that as a compliment though, because that tells me that as much emotion as it still elicits speaks well of the care and emotion embedded in it. Otherwise stated - well done vistory.
Well -
BACK TO BIZ
Q292 .... forgotten =
The Last Time I Saw Her is correct, and I'll post it with the others !