An example of this fact is the quote that inspired this particular post “One of what we all are, Pelly. Less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea. But it seems that some of the drops sparkle, Pelly. Some of them do sparkle!” – Camelot (1967)
Sparkle. It’s a funny sounding word, bringing to mind the glimmer of the lights at Christmas, the first snow at night as they catch the glow of the streetlights, or as in the quote, the way the water seems to shimmer and shine as the sun sets. All of these sights epitomize the word, but the sparkle I’m thinking of is less visual, more of a feeling or intangible thing.
People can sparkle or bring light to your world. Maybe they don’t sparkle for everyone, but I’d hazard to guess that everyone sparkles for someone. Like a little glimmer of happiness and comfort in the sometimes dark cold world. Oftentimes that sparkle is missed most when it is gone. Sure, we may have noticed it while it was there, but how often do you take the time to make note of it and say something. Again, if I was to guess, I’d say not often, certainly not often enough.
Today is that day that comes for my family with mixed emotions. June 3rd. My parent’s wedding anniversary which should be a happy occasion, forever overshadowed by the unexpected death of my older brother. I’ve mentioned it before, and will again I’m sure, because this day marks the day that a certain sparkle left the world. We lost a brother, a son, a husband and a father. Leaving behind kids that looked up to him and saw his sparkle regardless of what was going on in their lives.
As Joni Mitchell so aptly said in Big Yellow taxi, “you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone“.
I remember standing in the kitchen as kids with my bro doing dishes (this is back before dishwashers) and singing along to that song, making up all kinds of alternate lyrics, most of which made no sense but made us laugh nonetheless, and helped pass the time. Looking back it wasn’t such a chore, it was actually a fond memory that still stays with me, much like the sparkle that may have left this mortal coil but remains in my memory.
People touch your lives and leave behind little pieces of themselves all the time, little glimmers and sparkles. Remember to take the time to let them know, and once they are gone, just remember them.
ride on Bro,