Write what you know.
Well, what do I know? I have experiences that are totally unique and different from anyone else’s and I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now. Since about a fortnight ago (two weeks, for anyone in this century) I’ve been dwelling on grief more than usual. I found out that Monday that a friend from high school had passed away suddenly and my reaction was not one I had dealt with very often. I was confused and shocked and sort of angry at myself for being so upset. I almost immediately invalidated my own feelings because I told myself, “you didn’t know him well enough to be crying about this.” But here’s the thing: that’s stupid. All feelings are legitimate. If I’m feeling sad or hurt or happy, no one, not even me, has any right to say those feelings are unacceptable. Emotion is normal, it’s human, we all have feelings. Accepting and dealing with emotion is not only healthy, but it’s sort of necessary to be happy. Anyway, that’s too much about my life, here’s my idea for this post:
Focusing on the emotion involved, we’re going to illicit some ‘feels’ about the enduring value of VW (both physical and emotional value). A vintage-looking home video of a grinning married couple leaving the church and getting into an old fashioned Beetle with all the “Just Married” trappings on the back. Shots of the groom shooting nervous excited looks at the bride in the passenger seat and she throws her head back and laughs then blows him a kiss. Scene change to the same car, more modern but still not the present. The husband is driving and there is a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat. He pulls up to a cute house and gets out with the flowers to ring the doorbell. The wife answers the door dressed for a date and rolls her eyes but smiles and they kiss. He gives her the flowers and escorts her to the car. He opens and closes the door for her and when he walks around the car to get in she blows him a kiss through the drivers’ side window as he is opening the door. He gets in and kisses her and they drive off with the same camera angle of the back of the car as from the first scene. Flash forward to present. The same camera angle of the same car, now an antique, but still in great working condition. The now elderly husband is once again driving with flowers in the passenger seat. He glances over at them and smiles a small but genuine smile. He pulls up to a small gated cemetery (cue feels). He gets out and walks up to a modest but beautiful gravestone with a kiss mark subtly engraved on it and places the flowers smiling but slightly misty-eyed. We see him stand there for a moment, then blow a kiss and walk back to the car. Fin.
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