This interview moved me more than I can say.
I couldn't possibly agree with you more, Henning. For me, heartwrenching. I've read it and am now, for the first time, listening to it. Your singing of "Forever Young" reminds me so much of all the layers of feelings that come up when I read Marianne's words. Bittersweet, tender, poignant, sad, painful, missing, longing, grateful, accepting, trying to accept, loving, celebrating for what once was, still loving, so clearly still loving, a deep kind that never goes away ~ a filter through which I never expected to look at that time in Leonard's and Marianne's life. The sweetness of her voice, her sighs, her laughs, and the catches in her breath, they say so much. Marianne clearly wishes Leonard the best, and always has; yet, the impact of their long-term separation is palpable, with "what could have been, if only... " ~ with her clear desire for "Look at me one last time, Leonard." I can barely write those very simple words, as tears well in my eyes. When she speaks the words of covering him like a baby, oh, Marianne is so emotionally evocative in the way she speaks. Listening to Leonard read his words for her, and her reading them, too ~ oh life, oh life

. The music and Leonard's singing. The crickets. Together, all, so visceral. The joy of life is too short, the pain of it too long. Is your song a dedication to Leonard and Marianne, Henning?
The dovetailing of Leonard's lyrics with Marianne's words is so effective in the written interview, and his singing and music in the recorded one. When I first went to the written interview, I thought, "This is just so exciting"... yet, as I read it, I felt this is so poignant, so sad, somehow, so touching. The love Marianne still feels for Leonard emanates so warmly from out of her words. I can't help but feel an "If only... " thought myself. They were young, and now they're both older. They've both moved on; yet, for Marianne, her heart seems to linger more. It's hard to describe how I feel reading it.
It's clear that with Leonard's memory, the cream rises to the top. If one has limits with memory, why waste it on the poor times, when the lovely and the beautiful can just as well occupy that space. Mine tends to be the same way, so I understand this. Marianne's memory, as Leonard has said, is better. Her stark truthfulness is beyond disarming. I felt a hot kind of pain as I read parts of it. Life. Why can't life be all things for all people?
Was Marianne Leonard's soulmate. As I've read both of their accounts, yes, it seems so. Yet, what about Rebecca? What about Anjani? What about Suzanne? Could Leonard say to any one of them that any one of the others was his true soulmate? What could Leonard say to himself? These aren't questions to be answered by anyone here, or in Leonard's or Marianne's or anyone's households, and would be invasive if they were. Yet, they represent so much of what goes through my mind as I look at photos of Leonard with Anjani, Leonard with Marianne, photos of Suzanne, photos of Leonard's and their children, and read the words of Anjani, Marianne, Leonard. Now, I've gone to the site and have seen for the first time the photo of Marianne with her shopping basket, and at the table with Axel. So beautiful, and unassuming, as Leonard has described... and, as she has said, "always looking down."
For Leonard, to be compared to one's grandmother. What an honour. I will never listen to these songs the same, again. How could anyone listen to this and
not want to know they've once, again, met and spent some meaningful time together. Although this could be answered contrarily by some, for me it is rhetorical.
Such an emotional song you've recorded, Henning, with the emotion saturating it. If it's not in honour of Leonard and Marianne, it should be.
Love,
Lizzy
Oh, what a morning

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