I read the news today, oh boy.
John Hughes passed away, aged 59. As a teenager of the 80's, John Hughes probably had more influence on who I am than any other person in the world. Big statement I know, but as a teenager who never felt that she fitted in, he told the stories that made me feel just a little bit better about being me.
He (and Molly Ringwald) showed me that its ok to be an individual. That its ok to not be part of the cool clique. That its what's inside a person that truly counts and you can find love anywhere if you look deep enough.
So I was a little sad today to hear about John.
And then I read this post.
And I cried.
Because its not just me that feels like a part of my youth has gone forever.
And because a part of it will live on because John Hughes captured what mattered to me at that particular point in time.
Because he listened. And observed. And then told our stories.
Vale John Hughes. I never knew you and you never knew me, but you were one of the most important people I never met.
And thank you.
1 comment:
they didn't break me.
but I do feel like a part of my heart has died.
vale John Hughes.
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