Here’s to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories Of everything we’ve been through Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
There’s a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name ‘Cause I can’t reach out to hold you, but I know I will one day, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy But everything gon’ be alright Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here’s to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories Of everything we’ve been through Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
There’s a time that I remember when I never felt so lost When I felt all of the aching was too powerful to stop (ooh, yeah) Now my heart feel like an ember and it’s lighting up the dark I’ll carry these torches for ya that you know I’ll never drop, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy But everything gon’ be alright Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here’s to the ones that we got (oh) Cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories Of everything we’ve been through (no, no) Toast to the ones here today (ayy) Toast to the ones that we lost on the way ‘Cause the dreams bring back all the memories (ayy) And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
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Q: What was the moment when you realized that you should be a writer? Not just wanting to be, but that moment that said “yes, this needs to happen”. The eureka moment.
A: When I was a sophomore in high school (37 years ago!). It was then validated my first year in college when I discovered I could major in Creative Writing. Never looked back though my life twisted and turned in some horrible ways. I survived. I’m here. I’m writing again.
“You read what I write?” He had said he didn’t care.
“Occasionally.”
“Then you should know that it was filled with hope for quite sometime.” She let the world know how she felt because with him those feelings were all on her. It took courage. “These are seeds for new stories.”
Did he snort or choke? Haha. Serves him right.
The word challenges were private, though published. All exercises in committing to word what the heart cannot bear, what the heart hopes. Life is messy, love prevails. She would hone the art of concisely conveying that paradox.
The explosion of feeling. “You always let him get away with things. Why do you need to parent? He’s an adult.”
Which to respond to?
In calamity she found peace in small reminders: the morning sun greeting flowers. In her world there were no clouds gathering and threatening to storm. No fear of angering him; no fear of the marriage deflating.
“I will tell him that the dishes must be be put away each time there are dishes in the drain.”
“Until the next time.”
No response. No fear.
They continued: two people in two spaces beside one another. Coexisting.
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