Who would you like to talk to who is no longer alive?greenspun.com : LUSENET : Novenotes : One Thread
Would you speak to someone famous, or a relative, or a friend who has passed away? What would you ask them?--Al
-- Al Schroeder (email@example.com), September 27, 1999
That would have to be my Uncle Corvin (aka an alias, I'm named after him). I wouldn't have a exact question. I've been told that I'm just like him in many ways and I would just like to have a conversation with him.
-- Corvin Carlton (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 28, 1999.
I still haven't forgiven Jim Hensen for dying on me before I got a chance to meet him.
-- Jan (email@example.com), September 28, 1999.
Oh, man! Jim Morrison. Janis Joplin. Jerry Garcia. My late husband. My dad....
-- Sue Ford (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 28, 1999.
Janis Joplin. Jim Henson. And most of all, my father's father. The older I get, the more I realize how much of him is in me. And I miss him terribly.
-- Marianne Aldrich (email@example.com), September 28, 1999.
the mother of a high school friend. she was the closest person to a second mother i ever had, and she passed away this summer. i kept meaning to go by and say hi, since i knew she was sick, and i was always "too busy".
i'd just like to tell her how much i love her.
-- aggie (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 28, 1999.
Most of all, my father and my grandfather. I miss them every day, probably always will.
Then, friends who died way too young come to mind. So many close friends I grew up with have died in accidents or suicide.....How I'd love to talk to them again.
After that, I think of all the writers I'd love to have a conversation with. Agatha Christie, Bernice Kelly Harris, Henri Nouwen.....well, the list could go on and on and on.
Good question to think about, as always, Al.
-- Sandy (email@example.com), September 28, 1999.
Sandy reminded me: I had this one friend in elementary school (well, one of my friends, you know what I mean). We were library monitors together. And we used to have the best time. Just being intelligently silly together, I guess; both of us were bright, and read a lot, and had a goofy sense of humor. Time went on, he became a 'hide in the computer lab and be reviled by the jocks' kind of nerd and I became a 'be on a billion committees and ace everything and be grudgingly respected by the jocks' kind of nerd, and we just stopped talking to each other. Still waved and smiled in the hallways most of the time. He had a great smile. So I was writing a midterm last spring, and I got an email from my oldest friend, and one from my mom, both telling me the same thing. He was dead. Hit by a car while on his bicycle, nothing anyone could do. You always think there'll be time 'later', y'know? I'd really like to talk to him again.
-- Marianne Aldrich (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 29, 1999.
i would like to meet most of the famous people of the past. (not notorious) and would ask them questions pertinent to the things they were engaged in in life and their reasons for how the operated as they did. no jack the rippers, or hitlers, but decent people. my mom, dad and grandmother to ask them to give me their personal history - and their true outlook on things. to ask them about things they thought i was to young to know, because i knew more than they thought i did.
-- ici jongleur (email@example.com), January 04, 2000.
Jesus - guidance for my life. Ansel Adams - teach me darkroom techniques. Albert Einstein - comment on recent developments in peace and theoretical physics. Dave Adam - a friend of mine who died on liver cancer. He was an athiest and I'd like to ask him what life is like on the other side of the grave.
-- Chris Hawkins (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 04, 2000.
Randall Russ. My friend. He killed himself. No one had any idea. I mean yea everyone has secret lives that they live when they are by themselves but... he did a lot a lotta drugs. acid, shrooms, weed (daily basis) and some other shit. I would die to talk to him again, if only for 5 minutes. Let him know what a goddamn fool is was and how loud his mother screamed when they closed his casket... and that no one will ever be able to forgive or forget him... but also that I will always love him and his beautiful trademark smile...
-- Joselyn (Blossombabe823@aol.com), April 24, 2002.