All posts filed under: heartbreak

“Don’t worry so much…Life is fleeting”

We lost a great one yesterday! “Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.” – Robin Williams, Jack 1996. PS: This is my favourite pic of Robin Williams. He had such a gentle and childlike spirit, didn’t he?!

Last words: His Life, According to Jim

Long time actor and Homeland star, James Rebhorn died this past Friday after a long battle with skin cancer. It seems that before he died, James wrote his own obituary. James’ church, St. Paul’s Lutheran Church of Jersey City, has since shared his letter entitled, “His Life, According to Jim.” The obituary is sad — as it should be, but there is feeling, and perspective in the words written which most obituaries lack. It got me thinking about our own last words and death announcements, why are such things left up to complete strangers to write? And why the need to neatly sum up our lives in a couple of stale paragraphs? Doesn’t that seem strange?! This part was touching: “His children made him immensely proud. Their dedication to improving our species and making the world a better place gave him hope for the future. They deal with grief differently, and they should each manage it as they see fit. He hopes, however, that they will grieve his passing only as long as necessary. They have much good work to do, and …

Blue is the warmest color

Have you seen Blue is the Warmest Colour yet? I saw it last month with a friend  and I was blown away by the delicate depth of the storytelling!  I think it’s such a riveting story about love that is told so truthfully it hurts.  The movie was based on a graphic novel by Julie Maroh  which I didn’t know until I came home from watching the film and obsessively Googled the project (couldn’t help myself). While Googling, I came across this wonderful quote by Maroh: “…you asked me if i believed in eternal love. Love is something way too abstract and indefinable. It depends on what we perceive and what we experience. If we don’t exist, it doesn’t exist. And we change so much; love must change as well. Love catches fire, it trespasses, it breaks, we break, it comes back to life… we come back to life. Love may not be eternal, but it can make us eternal. Beyond death, the love that we shared continues to live.” –  Blue is the Warmest Color,  …

All my exes live in texts

Every once in awhile, I come across a really, really  good article — the kind that gets me so worked up that I actually have to pause in-between paragraphs to gather myself. The kind where I’m smiling and nodding in agreement with the author and only afterwards hope that no stranger has witnessed my goofy grin. All My Exes Live in Texts: Why the Social Media Generation Never Really Breaks Up, by Maureen O’Connor is one of those articles. (I’ve read it 3x now) It is absolutely fabulous and oh, so true! A little taste for you, “There was also a time, I am told, when staying in touch was difficult. Exes were characters from a foreclosed past, symbols from former and forgone lives. Now they are part of the permanent present. I was a college freshman when Facebook launched. All my exes live online, and so do their exes, and so do their exes, too. I carry the population of a metaphorical Texas in a cell phone on my person at all times….It’s a …

The best missed connection you’ll ever read.

I am a big fan of missed connection ads! I just love reading about the lives of odd people and there is plenty of it on Craigslist!  But this missed connection truly takes the cake — it is so well written that it had me on the edge of my seat! Enjoy, S. “I saw you on the Manhattan-bound Brooklyn Q train. I was wearing a blue-striped t-shirt and a pair of maroon pants. You were wearing a vintage red skirt and a smart white blouse. We both wore glasses. I guess we still do. You got on at DeKalb and sat across from me and we made eye contact, briefly. I fell in love with you a little bit, in that stupid way where you completely make up a fictional version of the person you’re looking at and fall in love with that person. But still I think there was something there. Several times we looked at each other and then looked away. I tried to think of something to say to you — …

Thoughts written down

“I’m human so I miss things. I miss your smile, your voice when you’re tired. I miss holding your hand and kissing your lips. But missing all these things doesn’t mean I miss you. Anyone can have a smile just as bright as yours. Most people’s voices get raspy with sleepiness. Hands can feel the same. God made lips easy to replicate. So I need to remind myself that I don’t miss you. I just miss things about you; I miss not being alone.” –unknown.

A letter from Fiona Apple to her fans

Here is a beautiful (and heartbreaking) letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I’ve always admired Fiona for her honest approach to making music — this letter just verifies how genuine she really is. It’s 6pm on Friday, and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I’m writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later. Here’s the thing. I have a dog, Janet, and she’s been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid. She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face. She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders. She’s almost 14 and I’ve never …