The birthday of Margaux Hemingway brings back those long past memories of pining for her early in my career.
Margaux Louise Hemingway was born Margot Louise Hemingway on February 16, 1954.
She became an American fashion model and actress then a supermodel appearing on the covers of those fashion magazines of her era.
All this became moot July 1, 1996 when she passed from apparent suicide at aged 42 in Santa Monica, California.
We were close in age and those things you want don't always materialize. Matters of the heart are particularly fickle in a big world of disparate environments and circumstances.
She was interred near my childhood home at Blackfoot Idaho in a town called Ketchum.
That turmoil in her later years due to highly publicized episodes of addiction and depression prior to her suicide by an overdose of phenobarbital made me think that aspects of her life were left unfulfilled and likely of a relationship causality; but of course I would grasp for anything in my meager sphere containing the "what ifs" and "if onlys" of personal desire.
Though in my experience the reality has always been one thing, "personal wishes" another despite the entire notion being quite irrelevant from the beginning to boot — the thought of her still gives me intermittent and brief wistful pause to this day.
I recall the news of her death and that I thought it was a waste of what should have been a wonderful idylic life.
So much for my personal fantasies during those earlier times of life long gone by.