‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.
Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
…and history remembers her as pretty.
Most people don’t know, but during the war, she was caught by Nazis and was put on a Nazi truck, headed for who-knows-where. The truck broke down and she was the only one from the truck to escape. She literally slipped out while the soliders’ backs were turned and ran all the way home.
Audrey Hepburn escaped the Nazis to be a star in some of my favorite movies.
Also: When Americans rolled into her village as the war turned, and her family was starving, the soldiers gave them what they had: Hershey’s chocolate bars and cigarettes. She had an addiction to both her entire life.
Her biography is an amazing read.
And she was still pretty.
Thinking of the families of victims from so many tragedies, and all the lives needlessly lost. The Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent man chase; the explosion in West, Texas; the Virginia Tech massacre; Columbine High School; the Oklahoma bombing…
Take time today to tell those whom you love that you love them. Never take life for granted. Apologize when you’ve done wrong. Reconcile. Live without regrets. Treat each day as a gift, even the bad ones.
My grandfather used to take all of us kids for rides in the wheelbarrow. It was fun and exciting at a young age. Later on, he’d take us for rides in the car. Finally, it was us taking him for rides in the car, then in the wheelchair. He was my sunshine. Tomorrow, we’ll take a final ride with him to the cemetery. I will miss his smiles, which he gave us freely even at the end when he wasn’t able to speak. I promise to take my kids for rides in unconventional vehicles - it was a magical feeling. Thanks for the rides Grandpa.
give me all the flickering lights!
tiny specs of fluttering rays
and city glitters shimmering
but only from far away.
i want them all it’s an addiction
i want the christmas lights buried in snow
and the blips in science fiction
films from years ago.
give me all the night sky’s twinkling sprinkles
and the red pulsing eyes
on tvs that standby
fading, flirting in and out
like a game of cat and mouse.
bits of foil in the distance
blowing kisses from the sun to me and
showing no resistance to the photons
that consistently pass notes on
from one lover to the other
like cupids tiny brothers.
give me all the flickering lights.
light every candle and wave every phone
glinting and bleeping and
imprintining glowing circuses
that linger while I’m sleeping.
an orchestra of weeping light
swan singing like star crossed choirs
who play themselves to me