July first is a very special day for me, since it was on that day in 2003 that I first (properly) heard All Things Must Pass, which has become my next-favorite album. My parents had sometimes played it in the car when I was younger, but I can’t recall if I ever heard it all the way through till that day. I never listen to the five jam sessions at the end, but the first 18 tracks constitute one of the greatest albums of all time.
As my regular readers might remember, George Harrison is my favorite solo Beatle, and one of my spiritual mentors. It’s hard to put into words what his music and life mean to me, and why I love him so much. He was just such a special, beautiful person, with such an incredibly deep soul. Even his last words were beautiful and profound. “Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait, and love one another.”
WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly bloghop hosted by K.L. Schwengel. The caveat is that excerpts must be related to the date in some way. 7+1=8, so there are eight paragraphs this week. I really appreciate everyone’s comments on last week’s excerpt, and will accordingly revise the dialogue which sounded a bit infodumpy or awkward.
It’s Easter 1919, and Grand Duke Mikhail has just given Fabergé eggs to his wife, son, stepdaughter, nephew, and nieces.
Aleksandr Palace Fabergé egg (1908), Copyright user:shakko
“Did you give Babushka a Fabergé egg too?” Aleksey asked as he looked at the dark green egg decorated with silver curlicues. “She’s so used to receiving them.”
“Of course. Don’t even try to refuse these, any of you. You really deserve them, after the terrible ordeal you went through.”
“Some fancy egg can’t bring back my parents or erase the memory of that night in the cellar.”
“Just wait’ll you see what the surprises are.”
Tsesarevich Fabergé egg (1912), Copyright Franco_aq
Aleksey opened the egg to reveal a ruby heart. When he pushed a tiny button, the heart opened to reveal a small watercolor of his parents, framed by minuscule diamonds. On the back of the image, their names and dates they’d lived were engraved in silver. They looked so vibrant, young, healthy, and alive, not the unhappy way they’d looked during the final months of captivity.
“Now whenever you miss your parents, you can just open the egg and see them. It can’t bring them back from the dead, but at least they’ll be right there for you to look at.” Mikhail hugged his nephew. “Your parents would be very proud of you from the other world.”
“I can’t believe you commissioned this just for me. It’s too nice and personal. You really didn’t have to spend so much money on all of us.”
“Money is no object when it comes to making my family happy, particularly after what we’ve survived. Please, it’s yours to keep. Why don’t you put it on your desk or nightstand, so it’s always as close as possible?”