i sent the below postsecret image to a friend in november 2007. she just forwarded me the email that it was in (for a completely unrelated reason). she had no idea how much i want to hear my grandfather's voice and how moved i'd be to see this picture right now. days after Poppy's passing, i ached to remember what he sounded like and assumed that as the hurt & grief subsided, i would remember his voice. i still don't. i can't conjure it no matter how hard i try. i wish there was a voicemail number i could call.
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"les gens on des ètoiles qui ne sont pas les mèmes...mais toutes ces ètoiles-là se taisent. toi, tu auras des ètoiles comme personne n'en a..."
in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...you - only you - will have stars that can laugh! and when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me...you will want to laugh with me. and you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure..." from the little prince by antoine de saint-exupèry
maybe i'll just open my window.
in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing. and so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...you - only you - will have stars that can laugh! and when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me...you will want to laugh with me. and you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure..." from the little prince by antoine de saint-exupèry
maybe i'll just open my window.
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