Today, I heard a podcast on NPR about A Brother And Sister Get Married (And Later, Their Son Tweets It). Obviously, it is not what you think it is but a rather sentimental love tale of a husband's fervent love to his wife, even at the time of his death. The story reminded me of the love my grandfather has for my grandmother, and how heart-wrenching it was to watch him cried and suffered during her last hours. They were married for more than 50 years.
On this Valentine's day (and I am writing a day later in Japan but still in the time zone in the US), I want to declare a small revolution to change the way we celebrate Valentine's day. I want the world to focus on remembering all the experiences, the causes, the continuance, the memories of love of people they care or have cared about - husband, wife, boyfriends, girlfriends, mother, father, friends, co-workers, ex's. I want people to celebrate that this idea of love exist and it is around us. I want people to feel the emotions of love and even if they have never experienced it before, imagine with what they know and acknowledge it. Instead of buying chocolates, flowers, dinners, cards, I want people to just spend time researching or talking with someone about love. I want people be inspired by the talks of love.
Yes, it's cheesy but I am pretty sick of the way things are going on Valentine's day.
Signed,
The idealist and romantic
From the podcast, John Fuglesang's father (looking at his wife in this photo) who's crazy, madly in love with his wife, with a twist.
My grandparents. Been in love since they were teenage neighbors.
