Owner of popular Moonshadows restaurant in Malibu, and son, killed in fiery crash
SUSAN M. PIPER, FOR THE REGISTER
Susan Piper, The Register’s restaurant critic, has seen a great number of restaurants come and go in her 33 years at the Register, and is a native of New Orleans.
Published July 14, 2011 at 12:01AM
This is a story about love and loss. It’s about the beautiful, the ugly and the ugly.
Of course, most stories are about love, and this is one.
It’s about love lost, it’s about loss, it’s about love found and lost again.
It’s about the last few words we said to a family member as he or she was being rushed into the emergency room. The last four words in particular:
“It’ll be okay.”
Love, it’s an irrational force, and it goes way beyond simple, heart-centered attraction. It comes from a place of deep, even deep fear.
For many people, falling in love means the beginning of something beautiful and healthy and wonderful and right.
For others, the beginning of something ugly and unhealthy and wrong.
For many more, the beginning of something beautiful, healthy and wonderful and right, and all the things that came afterward — the beautiful love that is truly a gift from above.
It’s about the fear that comes with love, and it’s a fear that may be all too familiar in this age of our modern technological world.
It’s the fear that, if you let your life be consumed by your love, then you are going to lose it.
It’s the terror of losing something you’ve spent so long and so hard protecting.
“The key to a happy life is to love yourself,” said Jimi Hendrix in the classic song “Foxy Lady,” which is a good start.
At least, it is if you love yourself.
That is, unless you have an eating disorder to contend with.
But what it all comes down to is this: Love isn’t about love at all. It’s about fear.
The last thing we know we’re supposed to be doing is just sitting there, watching TV, minding our own business, when out of the corner of our eye just
