*is listening to Mariah Carey's Through The Rain*
*is reading Wikipedia on Marilyn Monroe*
Joe DiMaggio, Marilyn's ex hubby apaprently commited an act of love so powerful (to me) that I'm blinking away tears.
After her death, he claimed her body and arranged the funeral. Which is not the act I'm talking about.
For 20 years, he had half-dozen red roses delivered to her crypt three times a week.
Yes, its not the most powerful act but it just brings tears to my eyes.
Will anyone remember and mourn me after I die? Let alone put roses on my grave. Or even look at the stars and think of me.