Blind Item #17 - Stranger Things Have Happened - A Himmmm Blind Item - Part 10

After years, Cissy finally moved on.  She found a great man to support her and heal her heart, and she started a great family away from the business.  Too painful to stay.  She deserves her happiness, as Buddy would've wanted.  Nin found strength and peace in her own budding movie career, as a way to stay connected to what Buddy would've wanted for her.  She will never get over losing her hero, her brother.  But she's learned to put it where it belongs and move ahead.  I'm so in awe of her beauty, her brilliance, genius, and the love she shares with everyone.  She had a good run in a few films and shows, but decided she'd rather live life than act it.  With her amazing Mom, she's become a genius businesswoman and their foundation has helped tons of worthy people.  She is her father's and her brother's keeper – and a great woman whom I will love forever.  As she does me.  Those things we lost in one split-second shot – our futures altered forever – we've accepted as part of a greater plan.  We have to.  Our love for each other remains, just differently.  She and I still talk and see each other now and then.  We share things deeper than any man and wife will ever share – a cord connecting us through Buddy's spirit that will carry us into eternity.

Whenever that time comes.  But just not yet.

No remake of that movie will ever touch the deep root of passion, humanity, and raw burning soul that burns through that film.  My buddy – my brother – is alive and breathing in every frame of that film.  Some things are best left as they are, and remain too sacred to desecrate for pure financial greed.  Is that selfish of me? Perhaps.  But I earned the right to say it.  I endured a crashing, forceful amputation of half my soul and nearly my own life for that film.

Every night I see a star, and every time I see the waves break on the beach at night, I know Buddy is there with me.  Like the character he played in the film, he's right beside me.  Alive and re-born to continue watching over me; protecting me; and leading me from beyond his grave.  I feel him in the wind, and hear his raucous laugh echo in the darkness.  If he were alive today? He'd be right here as one of us Himmmms I can promise you that.  Many, many times he's been there to help me through tough times; nightmares neverending; and tragic times which I've since learned to handle as part of life.  That fragile dynamic which is our life.  Yours and mine…all of our lives.

Even tonight as my friend Nin and I hover over this keyboard typing, I can still see Buddy right next to me. Alive and running around the den in here.  All I have to do is look at a certain dark-haired, sparkplug, little boy running around my own house as he does now and then.  Those wavy long dark locks and that Cheshire-cat grin that says "oops! Sorry!"…and laughs his little-self right out of trouble.  That little boy is a living, breathing, offspring in my own family.  He is the same little boy who has my blood in his veins – my blood pumping through his own heart – and he carries the same name of my deceased buddy.  As a tribute in honor of my buddy, friend, and "brother".  And sometimes, when nobody else is around, I see a little glint in that little boy's mischievous eye.  Then and there – I feel my brother has come back, almost winking at me again.  Like the universe is talking to me through him.  Like he HAS been reborn in some way, to get another chance and to laugh with me again.
   
Because, after all…"stranger things have happened".