true love.
A friend's mom died yesterday, Valentine's Day, just a mere few weeks after her husband (her first and only love) passed away. It's a sad, sad thing especially for those who were left behind. But I'd like to think that there was something surreally good and hopeful about it.
Call me idealistic and perhaps, a tad too sappy and hungover with Valentine's fever. And although the coincidences are a bit too eerie--they both died of a heart attack on a Wednesday, at the same time (7:25 am and pm, respectively), and on Valentine's Day nonetheless--I can't help but find a sense of romanticism about it. And the fact that they died within weeks of each other--one can't help but feel sentimental. It just makes you wonder and maybe, believe in the power of true love.
Love, indeed, does conquer all.
Call me idealistic and perhaps, a tad too sappy and hungover with Valentine's fever. And although the coincidences are a bit too eerie--they both died of a heart attack on a Wednesday, at the same time (7:25 am and pm, respectively), and on Valentine's Day nonetheless--I can't help but find a sense of romanticism about it. And the fact that they died within weeks of each other--one can't help but feel sentimental. It just makes you wonder and maybe, believe in the power of true love.
Love, indeed, does conquer all.
posted by anj at 10:05 AM
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