If we could be heroes just for one day, we could beat dementia forever and ever, and though nothing will keep us together, we could steal time, what d’you say? This paraphrasis of David Bowie’s hit Heroes sums up, I think, what the Heroes of Love blog is all about. Except for the part of being heroic only one day. Some families make miracles happen every single day of the week -and they do it more like the Ingalls than The Incredibles. The Jenkins family at the center of Heroes of Love is a classic example of this; so classic indeed that the patriarch rocks an awesome Charlton Heston-in-The-Ten-Commandments beard.
Why am I so confident about the Bowie analogy? For one, the blog’s authoress Mariela seems, as she should be, perfectly aware that her time together with her grandfather -who is, as she rightfully points out, living with and not dying of dementia- is growing scarce, as clearly indicated by the entries aptly titled Countdown to Goodbye and Countdown to Goodbye – Poem/Song, the latter of which inevitably reminds me of Placebo’s Song to Say Goodbye. For most of us time is the enemy that we never see, but no one is more aware of the irretrievable passage of the years than those who live with an Aged P.
The reference to Great Expectations is not entirely gratuitous, by the way. Surely, the littlest member of this family is experiencing, if unknowingly, a childhood with a few hints of Dickensian undertones. For him I believe it is that this blog, purposefully or not, is meant. There is a certainly a mirror image at play; memory is short for the youngest as it is for the oldest. It is through this chronicle that young master Sebastian will remember his grandfather when he, too, was like a small child who’s not even aware of his own birthday. Incidentally, the similarities between people’s first and last birthday parties were well documented by one Jerome Allen Seinfeld.