Autumn, 1987. Boston, Massachusetts
Time for a little memory and a bit of nostalgia.
I was recently back from Israel. I’d been gone almost a decade. Much had changed. My friends had half-grown children who I’d never met. They had married, divorced, changed jobs, moved to different cities. The tribe had dispersed.
Garry was in Boston, working for Channel 7, as he had been when I’d left, but we were different. We each had survived wrenching relationships and awful professional periods. Though we’d known each other since college, we weren’t the kids we’d been. Life had beaten us up.
We were in love, not for the first time, but for the last time.
We looked at each other differently. Rod Stewart was on the radio. As I drove around — in the first new car I’d ever owned without a co-signing husband — this was the song.
I sang along. That was how I felt. This time was our time.
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Yes the last one is the best… 🙂
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The last is the one that counts.
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Si, Mi Amor.
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Indeed….
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Such a lovely piece, Marilyn. Everyone should have a “time” like this, even if it doesn’t last. You’re one of the lucky ones!
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It came late in life. By then, I knew what I was looking for and was ready for it.
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It’s been ages since I have heard that song. Over 30 years later it is still good. It’s so great that over 30 years later it seems the two of you are still singing it 🙂
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I always remember that song, especially because his grammar is great! “You’ll be my breath should I grow old.” Imagine a songwriter using real grammar in a song today. And of course, it’s incredibly romantic 😀
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Sadje, we are – when we’re not yelling at each other – about something usually stupid. Usually, my bad.
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Been there, done that, know what you mean… 😉
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Aww, lovely 😊
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It was nice to look back on a happy time!
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Yep. We’ve survived a lot. And, you still like me (I think).
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Hey, we are fused at the hip. I better like you!
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It always is.
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The last time is the best x
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The last time is the one that COUNTS 😀
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Agreed 🙂
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Sue, so true.
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I know the feeling, although I had a whirlwind courtship, about two months and now it has been 50 years
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I think you never forget. It doesn’t stay that way forever, but that first real rush when you know “Finally. I found it!” Hard to believe it has been thirty years. It really does seem like yesterday.
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And, here we are – more than half a century later- still FRIENDS – who care about each other. It’s miracle. It’s love.
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