*cries hysterically in corner*
Jan. 15th, 2012 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emmajane14Normally I'm not one for posts about my personal life or anything because I don't think anyone really wants to hear about my day to day life. It's really not all that interesting. Today I'm making an exception because I'm a little overcome and lost.
Today I went to a memorial service and heard the most beautiful love story. It was of a man and woman who fell in love as kids on a tour across Europe. It was absolutely heartbreaking. He was from California and she was from New York and the husband told the story at the service today. He made it through the story up until the point where they were back in their respective states after the tour had ended and he called her on the phone. She answered "Hello," he replied "I love you," and she said "I love you too."
The wife just passed away at 49 leaving behind two high school and college-aged kids. I didn't know her or the family very well but I knew them enough (and from the stories I heard today) she was a beautiful person in every sense of the word. She was in good health and at the prime of her life. It's harder to see things like this happen to such young, happy people knowing that my own parents are at least ten years older than her.
The entire experience was made worse by the fact that I'm the worst sympathetic-crier in the world. Put me in a room with sad and sniffling people and I will unfailingly bawl like a baby. I can't help it. Seeing people sad makes me sad. I'm sort of at a loss of words when things like this happen but maybe that's a good thing. Because really what can you say anyways?
In any case, I'm wishing the best to her family and friends. I'm sure they'll never read this, but maybe it's more for me than for them.
Today I went to a memorial service and heard the most beautiful love story. It was of a man and woman who fell in love as kids on a tour across Europe. It was absolutely heartbreaking. He was from California and she was from New York and the husband told the story at the service today. He made it through the story up until the point where they were back in their respective states after the tour had ended and he called her on the phone. She answered "Hello," he replied "I love you," and she said "I love you too."
The wife just passed away at 49 leaving behind two high school and college-aged kids. I didn't know her or the family very well but I knew them enough (and from the stories I heard today) she was a beautiful person in every sense of the word. She was in good health and at the prime of her life. It's harder to see things like this happen to such young, happy people knowing that my own parents are at least ten years older than her.
The entire experience was made worse by the fact that I'm the worst sympathetic-crier in the world. Put me in a room with sad and sniffling people and I will unfailingly bawl like a baby. I can't help it. Seeing people sad makes me sad. I'm sort of at a loss of words when things like this happen but maybe that's a good thing. Because really what can you say anyways?
In any case, I'm wishing the best to her family and friends. I'm sure they'll never read this, but maybe it's more for me than for them.
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