Dear The Last Waltz,
Gosh, where do I start…You were filmed the weekend my parents became engaged. You’ve been part of my life since before I was even conceived.
I didn’t meet you until I was in college. Later, in my very early thirties, you would be one of the things I clung to when life got really hard. I could pop you in my dvd player, and cry on the floor with my cat, and feel something like relief. Even though I haven’t watched you in almost a whole year, I feel like I can still remember every frame, all my most favorite songs, the leaps in rhythm than made my heart so happy. I know people say you’re over rated, and there’s a ton of controversy over some of the artistic choices in editing, etc. I could give a crap about that. You make me feel good, and hopeful, and happy, and remind me that goodbyes aren’t always awful, aren’t always full of tears, aren’t always mean and hard. Thank you for that.