While reading Amy Rosenthal’s “You May Want to Marry My Husband”, I got a glimpse of her abundant energy, pressure for time and undying love for her husband of 26 years. From the long list of to dos, she tried to fill the void she was about to create. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what love is.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal, author and filmmaker died yesterday at the age of 51.
I have never met nor spoken to this woman. The little I know about her is based on two short articles. I think she was great, and today I’d like to celebrate the late author and filmmaker. A human being. A woman. A mother. A wife. A friend, and many more…
From the second article, I’m told that when Amy turned 40, she figured out how many days she had left to enjoy various aspects of life before reaching 80 years old. Her original calculation? 14 600 days. In reality, she would live to see 4015 more days… or 27.5% of her original calculation.
“How many more times, then, do I get to look at a tree? Let’s just say it’s 12,395. Absolutely, that’s a lot, but it’s not infinite, and I’m thinking anything less than infinite is too small a number and not satisfactory. At the very least, I want to look at trees a million more times. Is that too much to ask?” – Amy Krouse Rosenthal