Paul Newman
I turn my head and out of the corner of my eye, I see Paul Newman, that blue-eyed, curly haired, hunk of gorgeous, flirting with Joanne Woodward, raising hell with Robert Redford, passing the years with me, and always so full of life. Bringing laughter, bringing tears, the way an entertainer is suppose to do.
But somehow, he managed to make a place for himself inside my real world as well. Like the way another someone has, who reminds me of him, though I never realized it until today. Curly hair, blue eyes, mesmerizing. But this isn't about him. It's about Paul, and how very deeply I feel his coming loss.
Reading online that he has only weeks to live, I felt my own mortality and that of all the people I've loved, and who have touched my life in even the smallest way.
Bless, Paul. And bless all the others who've enriched my stay here and are leaving me now, one by one, to stand alone and bewildered at their going. The world is a little colder place without you. In the passing, I wish you God's peace.
But somehow, he managed to make a place for himself inside my real world as well. Like the way another someone has, who reminds me of him, though I never realized it until today. Curly hair, blue eyes, mesmerizing. But this isn't about him. It's about Paul, and how very deeply I feel his coming loss.
Reading online that he has only weeks to live, I felt my own mortality and that of all the people I've loved, and who have touched my life in even the smallest way.
Bless, Paul. And bless all the others who've enriched my stay here and are leaving me now, one by one, to stand alone and bewildered at their going. The world is a little colder place without you. In the passing, I wish you God's peace.