A Love Story, Sort of
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This is the story of a young man who is dead and a young woman who is not.
It takes place in heaven and on earth. Earth is pretty much as you’d expect it but heaven is not.
The young woman’s name is Angie. She doesn’t know it but her soul mate is dead. Not just dead but looking after her. His name is Raslo and he’s what some people would call a ‘Guide’. Well, he’s actually a ‘trainee Guide’. He’s got a mentor (Stewart), a Guide Book and a desk.
And what do Guides do? First of all, they don’t sit on clouds or in Elysian fields – they sit in a hi tech-area that looks for all the world like a TV studio control room. Much of their time is spent organising those ‘minor coincidences’ that change people’s lives. The rest is spent sorting out problems they created in their last life.
Angie is Raslo’s first gig and he’s determined to make a go of it. But he has a problem. Guides (trainee or not) have one guiding rule – they can ‘help’ but they can’t interfere with their charge’s lives. This is almost impossible for Raslo – Angie has been the love of his life in the past and remains the love of his death.
We make no distinction between the two, intertwining stories – Raslo doesn’t float or do magic tricks (well, not many) and his very human longings for Angie are – well – very human.
Our story follows the ‘lives’ of these two – Angie’s first, disastrous love affair, a brush with suicide, a truly awful marriage and, finally, some sort of resolution in a marriage that makes up in support what it lacks in love.
And Raslo? He has two challenges in this ‘tween life’ - to let go of Angie while caring for her and to forgive a man who killed him in his last life.
Torn between what he wants to do and what he knows he must do, Raslo starts to find his own wisdom. He goes out of his way to save Angie from herself (that old bottle of sleeping pills seems to have been affected by damp – it’s one unswallowable lump; the door to the roof of the high rise is locked – and so on) - but he sticks to the rules. He doesn’t contact her directly and he doesn’t interfere. This doesn’t prevent him from getting messages to her. The growl of the bus engine that becomes a humming voice telling her to ‘hang in there’; a cloud with a smiley face. You know the sort of thing. You’ve probably experienced it yourself.
Stewart has problems of his own. His soul mate, Helen, is dead. Though the two are very much in love, they’re trapped in the messy complexities of their last life together. Will they die happily ever after?
And how does it end? Aw, come on, this is a love story!
Angie – with Raslo’s help, finds contentment in her old age.
Stewart and Helen fight and split and get back together - and finally strip away the baggage to find their true love. Sadly, their final scene is one of heartbreak. In what looks for all the world like a final farewell on her deathbed, Helen says goodbye to Stewart. He begs her to stay with him but – she’s due to live – and this live is not with him.
Angie, 70 something, is on her death-bed. Raslo, still 25, watches her. Angie’s had a good life. Her husband wasn’t the ‘great love’ she’d always sought but he was a good man. Angie smiles as she thinks back through her life. Then she lifts her eyes and looks straight at the camera. Raslo moves closer and closer to the monitor, his eyes bright with love.
She’s on her way…