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The Story Behind Pulsar
Eloise Fischer thought up the biggest wish ever while squeezing her brother’s hand tight. Then she opened her eyes and, with a shaky breath, blew out the candles.
All six of them.
The letter-shaped candles created a smoke ring around the birthday cake covered in strawberry frosting.
One candle for each letter.
One candle for each year she could call her own.
There was much clapping. Shouts of "Happy Birthday” and “We love you” reverberated throughout the room half filled with pink balloons, bright banners, and the constant hum of medical equipment.
The hospital allowed only immediate family visitors, so friends and the rest of the clan joined the party virtually on iPads and cellphones and zoom.
It was a day dedicated to the little girl who had spent the previous months of her life surrounded by tubes and blinking lights in this place of chemo and IV drips.
Leukemia was crossing the days off of the calendar much too fast and there weren’t many left for Eloise.
Today, however, had been set aside for nothing but cheer.
All attendees were determined to hold onto the moment and fill it with joy.
Presents were excitedly torn open. Cards were read with glee. The cake was thoroughly sampled and declared the yummiest by Eloise herself.
Dad recorded the celebration on his cell just like he had done on every memorable occasion.
Love was spoken, love was hugged, love was shed in tears, love was laughed, love was teased.
Love was all around.
Eloise glowed; her cheeks rosy pink from the sheer exuberance of being the recipient of so much love.
When it was time to say goodbye, Eloise asked her twin brother to linger for a minute, because she had something important to share with him.
And when there were just the two of them in the balloon-bright hospital room, Eloise pulled her twin close and whispered her own gift to him.
“Elliot, thank you, this birthday is the best ever.
I won’t have more birthdays. Don’t cry, Elliot, it’s okay.
Don’t tell mom and daddy, but I’ll miss you the most. We’ve always been together.
If I wasn’t born 5 minutes sooner, we’d have the same birthday.”
At this, they both burst into laughter—his long and robust, hers brief and weak. Then quiet.
A sniffle and a sigh later Eloise continued.
“I know we shouldn’t tell birthday wishes, ‘cause they won’t come true but I tell you mine.
When I’m not here any more … when I’m gone, I want to be in space. In deep space!
I want to touch stardust and make crazy patterns and pretty flowers out of it. Yeah!
Elliot, do you think stardust tinkles when it falls?
I want to dangle my legs off the rings of a huge planet and watch a sunrise from there. No, two suns rising, just like in Star Wars. Remember? I'd pretend that you were sitting next to me.
Elliot, is there music in space?
I bet there is. And I bet it’s beautiful.”
Eloise yelled out ‘beautiful’ with sincere longing. Then she went on painting the word-canvas of her birthday wish.
“I want to play with planets and want to fly by stars. Giant stars! And black holes!
In a spacesuit.
And I want to punch asteroids. I want to break them up so they won’t fall on Earth and kill the dinosaurs again.
Elliot, remember, mom said when we look into the telescope we look back in time?
I want to look way back when all the stars were babies and I want to see them grow.
Maybe way back before you and I were born. Yeah!”
Eloise Fischer was our young friend whose light departed this world too soon to shine ever so brightly in a dimension beyond the Here and Now.
Unbeknownst to Eloise, her father’s cellphone which was accidentally left behind in the hospital room, was still recording and that’s how the team at Dizzy Magnolia came to learn the exact details of this private moment.
Eloise’s remarkable birthday wish has inspired us to create PULSAR —an artistic journey through a corner of the universe where time is irrelevant, where stars are born and reborn, galaxies form, then vanish. Where comets are friends, but asteroids are foes. Where the silence of space is filled with the tinkle of stardust and the harmony of symphonic melodies.
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