If you could describe the love of your life (Wife, Husband, Partner, GF, BF) in one sentence, what would it be? Write an answer on Quora
If you could describe the love of your life (Wife, Husband, Partner, GF, BF) in one sentence, what would it be? Write an answer on Quora
The art of the letter and more importantly the love letter is a dying art. Jest, I may even go so far as an art well past its prime to the point of seizing its last breath. It was the anticipation of opening the envelope and seeing emotions pour out on paper as you held onto each word hoping to hear the true spirit of the person behind the pen. The love letter is a symbol of the romantic bond between two hearts who want to immortalize their feelings for all eternity.
As an ode to the pen and all those that have expressed their love through the written word, this is a thank you. Though some loves lasted and others faded with the wind, it is these words that will forever be remembered.
Let us now reflect on a time when we opened our hearts and expressed a level of emotion that committed us to the ultimate risk, the risk of love. Some shattered hearts, while others mended, but we sat on the edge of our seats in anticipation of the next letter and the words that would pour from the pen to our souls.
Enjoy excerpts from Love Letters from the Past:
“In the most simple and true way possible, I love you. Not the kind of love that requires it back, or the kind of love that comes with expectations or strings…Just the kind of love that sets my mind at ease whenever I am with you. The kind of love that washes my body with an alarmingly sweet heat at your touch. Not the kind of love that exists because of what I want or desire, but the kind that exist because of who you are and who we are together; because of who I am with you. I feel safety when I’m in your arms, like the entire army from hell couldn’t come close to me while I’m there. The softness and passion in your kisses seem to lift me from the earth, melting the rest of the world away and leaving only you and I to swirl around in the clouds of ecstacy. The heat of your body next to mine, the feel of your hands on my skin and in my hair. The way your eyes sparkle when you say something clever…These are the things that caused me to drop my guard with you even though my situation basically doomed us from the beginning. The way you seem to always be right, the way I don’t care when I am wrong. How you laugh when you really think something is funny and when you thinks it’s not. These are some of the things that ultimately lead me to love you. I don’t expect anything from you or out of “us”. I don’t need you to love me back. I don’t need any promises or favors…All I need is for you to know how I feel. Nothing more, nothing less. Simple isn’t it?!?”
“Your letter was amazingly, awesomely, wonderfully great. I was smiling and laughing out loud the entire time I read it. The people around me thought I was crazy. Oh no! Now they know the truth about me. I got my Cosmopolitan magazine on my lap, some Juicy Fruit gum and the Walkman which I didn’t put on yet.
I wanted to write before we took off because I’m afraid I’ll get dizzy if I write while the plane is moving. I wanted to tell you how great it is for me to have finally found some true, real friends like you and Rock. I really appreciate all that you do for me. It can’t begin to tell you how much better you always manage to make me feel. But I’ll finish this later because we are starting to move. Thank you for always being here for me and for being such a wonderful and caring person.
I’m gonna miss you this weekend. A lot! Love,”
“Thank you for all the support you have given me during this difficult time. I know your thoughts will continue to be with me. Now you won’t have to hear that you spend too much time with me or get hung-up on . I love you. I never said I needed you to love me the same way. And all I ever wanted was for you to let me love you. To kiss your lips, light a candle, and make love to you again. I would do or give-up anything in the world. Thank you for the year. I couldn’t have asked for a more special one. You are a special person to me with a permanent place in my heart. I have all the faith and confidence in you. Whenever you get lonely keep that with you. Your precious princess…”
“I know that long distance relationships scare you (Believe me, they scare me too!). But I haven’t and never did ask that of you. All I would like to try for is perhaps a “friendship”. I do care about you and that surprises me considering the fact that I just met you. Please, don’t be scared to talk to me or write. I really do think that you are a great guy. I care and I’m here if you want a friend. Always…”
“You are amazing. I mean it. I was so happy to have you in town and I’m sad your’re on to your next destination – but I know it will be wonderful. You are a true friend and I’m so happy you’re my friend”
“I meant what I said this morning, that no one has made me feel special in a long time. You don’t know how much it means to me when your do the little things, like saying “Thanks for going out last night for dinner.” People can buy all the gifts in the world, but it doesn’t even come close to how I feel when I know you think about me. When I read your Christmas card, for instance it meant the world to me for you to say that something reminded you of me and to know that you like being near me. As much as your may hate to admit it, you are a nice person.
So I finally meet a guy who is fun, interesting, has a life and responsibilities, can understand that I have a life with my own responsibilities and wouldn’t you know it, it turns out to be my friends’s brother. The guy he told me not to get involved with because until he is serious, he treats girls like crap…”
“As I sit here writing this, I am anticipating your departure. I am very happy that you will be able to spend time with your family and friends. Yet naturally, I am saddened that you will not be with me. I will miss you very much when you are gone. Remember that I am thinking of you and still loving you. I feel an array of different emotions right now. Where do I begin? Maybe one day you will be showing this letter to another love of your life or maybe it will be one you keep as private as your journal. I love you. That is where I wish to start.”
“I needed to say something, please don’t take this letter as a bad thing. It is not a bad thing. Obviously I’ve been back and forth through all this and obviously I’ve put serious thought into it. It’s a very serious thing for me and I’m sorry to do this but I need time. I’m not asking for forever; just a couple of days. I need it and I’m sorry for that but I have to do this. I need to not see you for a couple of days. I need this.”
“How can I say good-bye to a person who aggravates me to no end but also always makes me laugh? I wish you the best of luck throughout your life. I hope you will be happy and I know you will be successful. I already miss you and can’t wait until you come back. My love always…”
“It truly is the little things you do that make me love you. The words you write, taping the show, dancing to no music but that in our heads and so much more. I want to be clear about my feelings. No interruptions.
I made that promise before I ever met you and I continued that promise before I really felt you. I want you and need you because I love you. I realize this isn’t necessarily forever, but for now…you were right when you said my name. I am yours because you make my eyes grow and everyone of your kisses still send chills down my spine and butterflies to my stomach. This is all why I want to share this with you. I want to know and I never want to regret having all these feelings and never having found out what it feels like to be with you. You mean the world to me. You have become my world. Whenever you decide you want me, I am here. And I want you so badly I can feel an ache I never knew existed. You are very important to me. I love you”
- Anonymous (I know but I have to leave a little mystery)
“Being that February is “Adopt a Bunny Month” I figured I should do my part…Granted it’s just a card with bunnies on it, but what can you do.
Actually, I was just thinking of you-which I seem to be doing quite often lately, and wanted to try and brighten your day like you brighten mine…(Seriously, I’m not always this cheesy”
- Anonymous (Signed a disclosure agreement not to share )
Tomorrow marks the 115th Birthday of Besse Cooper. 115 Years young and counting.
To think she has witnessed the Industrial Revolution, Presidents from Cleveland to Obama, World War I, World War II, Vietnam, Korea, Space Race, Computer Age, Telephones, Television, Computers and the greatest evolution of change this planet has ever witnessed. With zest, a smile and a proclamation that she does not eat junk food, Besse will welcome another year with the same love of life she has had for over a century plus.
This is an event to remember, not just for Besse and her family but for all of us.
Take a moment to think about Besse tomorrow and if you are in Monroe, GA, stop by and wishing her another year of prosperity.
Provided by Associated Press:
A birthday party is planned at a north Georgia nursing home for Besse Cooper, who’s listed as the world’s oldest person.
Cooper will mark her 115th birthday Friday in Monroe. Family members and a researcher from the Guinness Book of World Records will attend the ceremony. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reports Cooper will receive a plaque from the organization that determines the oldest person in the world.
Cooper was declared the world’s oldest last January. In May, Guinness learned that Maria Gomes Valentin of Brazil was 48 days older. Valentin died June 21.
Cooper was born in Tennessee and moved to Georgia during World War I to find employment as a teacher. She has 12 grandchildren and more than a dozen great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. Her husband, Luther, died in 1963.
Provided by http://www.worldrecordsacademy.org
MONROE, Ga., USA — Besse Cooper, who is 114 years and 5 months old and lives in a nursing home in Monroe, Ga., about 45 miles east of Atlanta.,assumed the mantle of the oldest living person after the death Monday of Eunice G. Sanborn of Jacksonville, Texas, according to the Los Angeles-based Gerontology Research Group, which certifies supercentenarians – people who are 110 or older.
She was born in Sullivan County, Tenn., on Aug. 26, 1896, during the second term of President Grover Cleveland.
The previous Guinness world record for the Oldest living person was set by Eunice Sanborn (Texas, USA, b. 20 July 1896).
Guinness World Records also recognized the oldest living man: Walter Breuning (USA), who was born 21 September 1896.
Cooper wears a string of pearls double-looped around her neck and spends her days sitting and sleeping. Her wheelchair has bright pink armrests embroidered with “Ms. Besse, 2010 114.”
One of eight children, she was a tomboy and loved tagging along with her two older brothers, climbing trees and splashing in rivers. She carried that active lifestyle and love of outdoors into adulthood. That, plus good genes, is probably the secret to her longevity, her son said.
She moved to Georgia to be a school teacher during World War I, her son said.
She married in the early 1920s and taught fourth through seventh grades in a two-room schoolhouse until her first child was born. Although she stopped teaching then, she was an avid reader until her eyes got too bad last year. She always insisted that her children get an education.
Married for about 40 years, Cooper has outlived her husband by nearly half a century. They had four children, about a dozen grandchildren, numerous great-grandchildren and a great-great-grandchild, Sid Cooper said.
Cooper lived on her own until she was 105 and stubbornly resisted leaving her house, Sid Cooper said. Her health has declined steeply in the last year or so, and she can’t hear or see well, he said. Speaking seems to require effort.
“I mind my own business and I don’t eat junk food,” she said at her 113th birthday celebration, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported.
10 oldest living
1. Besse Cooper (USA) – 26 Aug. 1896 (114)
2. Walter Breuning (USA) – 21 Sept. 1896 (114)
3. Chiyono Hasegawa (JPN) – 20 Nov. 1896 (114)
4. Venere Pizzinato (ITA) – 23 Nov. 1896 (114)
5. Shige Hirooka (JPN) – 16 Jan. 1897 (114)
6. Dina Manfredini (ITA/USA) – 4 Apr. 1897 (113)
7. Jiroemon Kimura (JPN) – 19 Apr. 1897 (113)
8. Ella Schuler (USA) – 5 Sept. 1897 (113)
9. Delma Kollar (USA) – 31 Oct. 1897 (113)
10. Toshi Horiya (JPN) – 8 Nov. 1897 (113)
She fills my heart with warmth
She coats it with nectar and soothes it with a warm summer breeze
Her voice reaches those that cannot talk
Her legs sacrificed for those that cannot walk
Her generosity feeds the empty stomachs of the poor
The flow of her red cherubic hair flows as she drifts through the jungles of Mother Earth in search of the passion of the journey
She wanders through villages near and far in hopes of providing a better life
She is a vision of a world filled with the humanity of goodness
In time, her weary hand will touch thousands
Memories of the gentle smile will carry on to future generations
In a rare moment, the most extraordinary act is but a smile and a single act of kindness
For I share a heart with an earthly angel
From a distance I can feel her, but cannot stop her from the charity she is blessed with
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The scene was set, High School Class Reunion.
Given the timing of the event, I was unfortunately out of town and was not sure I would return in time for the festivities. The build up of pressure would not hit heightened levels until much closer to the end of the evening. In preparation of the possibility of not making the event at all, I took a few preliminary precautions to show my support and mark my place in the folklore of Hopatcong High. First, with the knowledge of a time capsule, I decided to donate a copy of my newest book. Given that I am a writer, I hoped for a little inspiration to write a poem about the reunion with a large matting so it can be signed by all attending and then buried.
The third was a little trickier. Like most high schools, tradition is a big part of its history and one of the traditional acts, that was typically reserved for the crazy zany popular crowd was the spray painting of the infamous road that lay on the side of a grassy hill just behind the high school. In order to accomplish this, I had to sneak onto school property in the middle of the night with several cans of spray paint and a clever story if I were to get caught. My hometown is a bit on the small side so the chance of a cop drive by was pretty high. As I walked the hill, of course a car drives around the back of the school. Like any good adult performing an act of a fifteen year old, I dropped the bag of paint and lay still on the grass. Fortunately, the car would pass and I still do not know if it was a police car.
I moved quickly and started on the coat of white. As I waited for it to dry, I hid behind a bush and waited for what seemed like an hour but only amounted to ten minutes. Then I used the least amount of artistic ability to add the words the would forever make me a legend or at least Saturday night.
Success!!!! The next morning we took a drive over to document my act of vandalism. I waited until the evening before the reunion and then boom right on Facebook for the class to see. Now, whether I made the event of not, my presence was known and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing my old classmates.
Little set back in my master plan. I made it home in time with about an hour and a half to go in the reunion so I had to attend. Quickly, I called everyone I knew trying to figure out why we go to class reunions. What I learned was this, apparently, it means more to women than men when it comes to appearance, but ultimately, it is just a night to remember old friends and share stories of each other’s lives. Wish I knew that prior to going. After an hour at the reception hall and several hours at the bar until 2:30 AM, I walked away with a really good feeling.
It seemed fitting that the final song of the evening at the hall was “Never Say Goodbye” Being a Jersey boy and a Bon Jovi song about high school and love gained and lost, it was a perfect way to say goodbye and then debate on which hole in the wall bar to go to.
I did go into the evening with a bit of an ulterior motive. I was going to finally confess to my first crush that she, along with “Love Comes Walking In” by Van Halen got me through most of my nine and ten year old years. She did leave after eighth grade so I didn’t expect her to remember too much about me, but I felt it would have been sweet to tell her that she was in fact my first crush. As several of us stood outside the reception hall, she introduced herself to me as if she never knew I existed. Crushed! Devastated! Ego Shot! Ok, I am totally adding dramatic effect for sake of the story, but for a brief moment, almost 4 seconds, I was upset.
The rest of the evening and ensuing evenings through the magic of Facebook was a series of very nice comments, re-connections and new connections.
Overall, the night was not about popularity, social status or even number of kids. It was a night of past, present and future coming together to remember where we all came from.
To Hopatcong High School Class of ’91. Thank you for the new memories. Go Chiefs!!!
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As we walk through these doors seeing shadows of our younger selves draped on the pages of memories past, reflections of a time of innocence fill our heads with thoughts of dreamers and fairy tales.
We were invincible
We were unstoppable
We were the greatest collection of minds in the world with a seem less path to greatness
Time would follow us through our journey
College opened our eyes to a transformation and greater sense of awareness
Romance would overcome our adolescent rages
Responsibility took on much more than a test or quiz
We had become what we could not comprehend; a new generation of leaders
Walkmans became IPods
Typewriters now take the form of IPads
We have stepped through the fortress to a new beginning.
In the middle something happened that would change all of us forever….our home was invaded.
In one infamous morning we were thrust into a new world.
Life was officially no longer about the parties, the football games and the days on the lake.
We began to see ourselves through the eyes of the next generation
We felt the need to protect them from ourselves
Now, we return to our roots
A time of reflection
A time of reminiscing
A time to remind us of the importance we all shared for each other.
Twenty years ago, with the sounds of “This is the Time” echoing as the final bus departed, we said goodbye, not to each other, but a life left behind
Now we return, with a sense of wisdom
In our eyes, in our children’s eyes, in our family’s eyes, we see the great rewards our lives have brought
Now, clarity focused.
The real lessons taught were not by the teachers or books, but the lives we have led
You are forever the legacy that defines the meaning in our hearts
It was sometime after seven when my phone rang. I was groggy and half awake but somehow felt the need to answer my phone. Kim was the on the other end frantically telling me to turn my television on. Without hesitation or knowledge of why, I did. She then began to tell me the cryptic pieces of information surrounding a plane going into the World Trade Center. It was moments later when I witnessed the second plane make a permanent impression in my mind. I soon hung up and continued to stare at the screen as my eyes got lost far beyond the scenes I was seeing on the television screen.
I sat silently and still on the floor, watching, absorbing, and reflecting as the news trying to make sense of this madness. Memories of my days on Wall Street came back quickly and I could remember my footsteps from the PATH train to Broad Street. Now that path is covered in rubble and smoke and the familiar sounds of taxis are now filled with screams.
After several hours, without knowing what to do or who to call, I played nine holes of golf. Upon completion, as I walked the final path to the clubhouse, my phone rang. I don’t know why, but had a feeling the news was not good. I had no reason to believe that the call from my parents home phone was good or bad news, but I knew. Maybe it was the day playing in the back of my mind or perhaps the knowledge that my parents rarely ever called me during the day. With a brief hesitation, I answered to hear my father on the other end confirming my notion. I received the news that my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Mid afternoon on September 11 as the world reacted, lived and digested what would become the most memorable day of our lives, I stood alone hearing the word you never want to hear in relation to a family member, friend or yourself.
Much of the next several hours were a bit of a blur. Sometime in between the hours of 8:00 PM and 10:00 PM I leaned on a rock just outside my apartment and looked up at the sky. My first thought was of the deafening silence filling the sky with only the view of stars shining. No planes, no helicopters, no sound resonating. Of course this being in the middle of a remote part of Oklahoma would not have shocked anyone but living seven miles from an international airport meant something else. How can complete silence send shivers down one’s spine? I don’t know, but the empty sound was the spark that drove me into a period of weakness and sorrow. I shed a tear as an entire day of devastation ran circles in my mind. Over and over I remember the calls, the videos, the commentary and through all that, it was the silence that sent me over the edge.
That was September 11, 2001.
One year and six days later, we lost her.
A decade has passed, ten years older and more mature. The world as you and I know it changed that day, not in a temporary mode but a permanent way of life. It awakened us to the notion that we are all vulnerable. How often to we go to a movie and watch a blockbuster about an apocalyptic event and sit in awe at the wonder of Hollywood magic? Yet, to witness the unimaginable happen before our eyes wondering and praying that our friends and loved ones were not part of this madness is something not many of us would pay the price of admission for. I grew up in New Jersey, raised by two home bread New York parents. Spent some time on Wall Street living the American dream. Never in the midst of the madness known as New York City could I imagine an event so catastrophic ever happening in my backyard.
If asked what emotions went through my system that day, I would have to say shock, fear, heartbreak, concern, confusion and hope. I am sure you are thinking why “hope” in that list of negative emotions. Well, without hope, we have nothing. Everyday we live with the risk of tragedy whether it affects one person or thousands, yet each day we wake up to a new sunrise with the hope of a day filled with happiness and love.
September 11 was tragic for me in so many ways, mostly personal. I needed to feel hope that as a family we would be by my mother’s side supporting her, comforting her and knowing together we could beat this disease. As we come closer to the 10th anniversary of the day that changed our lives forever, I will be thinking about my mother and the struggles she had to endure so that we could have the blessing of having her in our lives.
My greatest tragedy of that day was not the events over lower Manhattan. It was that I was not there to hug and hold my mother when she received the news of the unwelcome visitor in her body. I’m sorry Mom.