Dearest readers,
It's been too long since I last posted.
I'm trying to get back into blogging.
More soon,
-- Sullivan
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Things from the heart, troubles from real life, and the passion to endure it all for love... Letters From Sullivan chronicles one woman's journey through an unconventional life.
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Dear Reader,
Many moons ago, I stumbled on a book of romantic quotes. On a 4x2 mini page, read:
"Sarah, my love for you is deathless. The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come crowding over me.If I do not [return], my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, nor that, when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name."
--Major Sullivan Ballou
The last line captivated me so much that with that one line it surmised for me what I thought it meant to love someone.
Imagine... to say their name as your last breath escapes you... how romantic! How noble a man who would profess his undying love with such candor and eloquence... that's everything I wanted to be. That's still everything I want to be. So I assumed the pen name: Sullivan.
To read the inspirational letter that prompted the little quote I stumbled on, please visit http://www.nps.gov/history/nr/twhp/wwwlps/lessons/12manassas/12facts1.htm
In the meantime, Sullivan seems to stay with me... a name, an alter ego... the man I would have wanted to be.
Romantically Yours,
--Sullivan
Many moons ago, I stumbled on a book of romantic quotes. On a 4x2 mini page, read:
"Sarah, my love for you is deathless. The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come crowding over me.If I do not [return], my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, nor that, when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name."
--Major Sullivan Ballou
The last line captivated me so much that with that one line it surmised for me what I thought it meant to love someone.
Imagine... to say their name as your last breath escapes you... how romantic! How noble a man who would profess his undying love with such candor and eloquence... that's everything I wanted to be. That's still everything I want to be. So I assumed the pen name: Sullivan.
To read the inspirational letter that prompted the little quote I stumbled on, please visit http://www.nps.gov/history/nr/twhp/wwwlps/lessons/12manassas/12facts1.htm
In the meantime, Sullivan seems to stay with me... a name, an alter ego... the man I would have wanted to be.
Romantically Yours,
--Sullivan