On June 6, 1966, Roy Orbison was following his wife Claudette on his car as she rode her motorcycle.
A truck pulled out. She swerved. Crashed.
Roy held her body in the road, screaming.
Claudette was 25 years old.
When the police arrived, they found her purse. Inside was a pregnancy test. Positive.
She had planned to tell him that night. He never knew until it was too late.
Roy stopped performing for a year. The stage, the lights, the audience — nothing mattered.
Then, in 1968, disaster struck again. His house caught fire. Two of his three sons died in the blaze.
Most people would have vanished from the world entirely.
Roy did not.
He wrote. He cried. He poured grief into melodies because there was nowhere else to put it. Songs built from a loss that had no bottom. Lyrics that carried what his heart could not release.
For decades, he carried the weight silently.
In 1988, Roy Orbison died of a heart attack at 52.
When they went through his wallet, they found it. Claudette’s pregnancy test. Still there. Twenty-two years later.
He had carried it every single day.
His final album, recorded just weeks before he died, was titled — *She's a Mystery to Me*.
Some grief doesn’t fade.
It doesn’t end.
It becomes the quietest, most permanent part of who you are.
Every note he sang, every melody he wrote afterward, held a piece of that silence.
Roy Orbison carried his love and his loss together, letting the sorrow shape the music itself.
And in doing so, he transformed tragedy into art that could be heard, felt, and remembered.
Some memories never leave.
Some grief never lets go.
Some love lasts beyond life, quietly shaping everything left behind.
RIP to John Sanders. Called most of those epic 90s moments on the TV side that are seared into my brain.
Also, that Sportschannel logo still the GOAT of TV logos.
Forgive yourself. Let yourself cry. It’s ok to feel how you feel. Talk to someone.
Therapy has changed my life, my marriage and my perspective. Don’t be too proud to ask for help.
#MensMentalHealth#BreakTheStigma
In the 80’s, you waited until a PPV (if you had cable), pay for a ticket (if they were in town), or hope that SNL was on break so you could watch some of the biggest stars wrestling each other. Saturday Night’s Main Event on NBC was a big deal.
Karısının götürüldüğünü gören erkek yengeç, eşini korumak için saklandığı yerden çıkarak ona sarılıyor. Durumu fark eden balıkçı, erkek yengeci tebrik ettikten sonra bir balık hediye ederek uzaklaşıyor 🥹❤️
One thing that always makes me chuckle is how since HBK became a born again Christian, he wasn't willing to any DX "Rated R" segments.
So, they would subtly have him walk out of the segment, have Triple H do the wild stuff, then he would come back 😂
A photographer took a picture just as this couple threw ashes into a river.
He asked who it was. As they answered their dog. The photographer asked for permission to edit their photo, and this was the result.
📷Cecilie Thoresen