I saw that today's the day in 1977 that Elvis died.
I remember the day well - the news had come on the radio. It was a shame, because I'd always wanted to meet him - he was "the King" after all of rock'n'roll. And now it seemed impossible.
With fascination I remember watching my parents alarm clock - it was an old pre-digital flip-number alarm clock ...
I think I watched it for about 15 minutes, watching with interest how the numbers recycled themselves. They moved, and turned right over - 9 became 0 became 1.
And I wondered to myself if time itself came to a threshold, and rolled over again to play out again. If so - next time I'd have til 1977 to try and meet Elvis on the next go through.
I was 7 at the time, but the idea held ... and grew. I ended up studying physics and astronomy and finding indeed the Universe might just do something very similar in the Big Crunch - an event which would be the opposite of the Big Bang that started it all.
However I'm still no closer to travelling back to see Elvis ...
There is a place in the silence before sleep
Where there's an empty place we fear to think
A space where someone use to be
Someone cherished
For emotion cannot be dimmed
It bubble and gurgles inside
With no place to go
Or play out these feelings
We walk alone in them
Lurking in a somber solitude
Living out in a constant replay
But it isn't always so bad
And in time, the memories that make us sad
Will make us smile again
As we learn to treasure
Grief is sorrow
Hued violet with the warmth of rememberance
