click here for info Last evening I went with a galpal to see the newest movie release of Mamma Mia. Aside from the music and lyrics of ABBA, there was surprisingly more to take home.
ABBA was Tony’s top favourite, in younger years he could dance the night away with sheer joy, and we shared many laughs about him being the Dancing Queen. Even the wine-glass clip around the stem of his usual sipping source bore that label. Mine was Boat Tramp, and my sister’s read Shoe Addict. We were Larry, Moe and Curly for sure.
I’m the last man standing, and hold them dear to my heart. Unexpectedly the familiar music reminded me of the empty space, and being a weeper of the nth degree, I snuffled. Quietly of course,hoping nobody would notice. Even today I feel emotional, it’s awhile since I’ve been ambushed so thoroughly.
So what’s on the stereo now? ABBA of course, and I’m smiling and celebrating those days when Tony rocked and rolled.
rencontre sexe senior femme “Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
― Brené Brown