Messages
Hi everyone! The space below is free for you to use to write a message, share a video, picture, or audio file —about what Imogen means to you, or anything else you can think of. You can include your name or choose to stay anonymous, the choice is yours. If you still want to write a message but don’t feel comfortable with other people reading it, you can send your note to the email address dearimogen@imogenfoundation.org
This forum will be available year-round for whenever you want to write. There is no wrong way to express your thoughts, so please use this space to express yourself freely.
Dear Imogen —
I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over the room — but lately, I don’t fear the thick dark navy blue, I fear the glow. The far off glow that seeps in through the window when it’s open and seeps in through the window when it’s shut. The glow that reflects off the thick and smooth surface of the darkness, surrounding me from every angle. The grainy glow that penetrates the thick glass of my windows, and normally, might be soothing as it protected me from the inevitable quiet of the darkness, except it’s not.
I can’t sleep because I can’t remember what you looked like. I can remember your hair – it fell just beneath your shoulders, sometimes longer when you didn’t have time to cut it. It was a dark dirty blonde color, borderline brown, but not quite — like mine. But it was curly, a light curl that was soft and expansive. Mine is straight like a pin.
Thank you so much for taking the time to celebrate Imogen’s 18th Birthday. Please use the space below to share creative works inspire by Imogen, a memory, a story, a birthday message, a poem, and/or upload artwork or a picture. Tag your submission with the one or more of the options provided. Then click on a tag and you can read other shared stories.
In love and friendship,
The Imogen Foundation Youth Advisory Board
Shared Messages
Shooting Stars
Shooting Stars A shooting star streaks across the sky For just a fleeting second Before it is gone Before its life is at an end A person’s life is the same It goes by in [...]
Happy Birthday Imogen
Imogen, I will love you until the stars burn out and there is nothing left in the world. Yet I don’t think even if I live forever I’ll be able to describe what you mean [...]
A Letter On Grief
Dear Imogen — I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over [...]
Messages
Hi everyone! The space below is free for you to use to write a message, share a video, picture, or audio file —about what Imogen means to you, or anything else you can think of. You can include your name or choose to stay anonymous, the choice is yours. If you still want to write a message but don’t feel comfortable with other people reading it, you can send your note to the email address dearimogen@imogenfoundation.org
This forum will be available year-round for whenever you want to write. There is no wrong way to express your thoughts, so please use this space to express yourself freely.
Dear Imogen —
I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over the room — but lately, I don’t fear the thick dark navy blue, I fear the glow. The far off glow that seeps in through the window when it’s open and seeps in through the window when it’s shut. The glow that reflects off the thick and smooth surface of the darkness, surrounding me from every angle. The grainy glow that penetrates the thick glass of my windows, and normally, might be soothing as it protected me from the inevitable quiet of the darkness, except it’s not.
I can’t sleep because I can’t remember what you looked like. I can remember your hair – it fell just beneath your shoulders, sometimes longer when you didn’t have time to cut it. It was a dark dirty blonde color, borderline brown, but not quite — like mine. But it was curly, a light curl that was soft and expansive. Mine is straight like a pin.
Thank you so much for taking the time to celebrate Imogen’s 18th Birthday. Please use the space below to share creative works inspire by Imogen, a memory, a story, a birthday message, a poem, and/or upload artwork or a picture. Tag your submission with the one or more of the options provided. Then click on a tag and you can read other shared stories.
In love and friendship,
The Imogen Foundation Youth Advisory Board
Shared Messages
Shooting Stars
Shooting Stars A shooting star streaks across the sky For just a fleeting second Before it is gone Before its life is at an end A person’s life is the same It goes by in [...]
Happy Birthday Imogen
Imogen, I will love you until the stars burn out and there is nothing left in the world. Yet I don’t think even if I live forever I’ll be able to describe what you mean [...]
A Letter On Grief
Dear Imogen — I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over [...]
Messages
Hi everyone! The space below is free for you to use to write a message, share a video, picture, or audio file —about what Imogen means to you, or anything else you can think of. You can include your name or choose to stay anonymous, the choice is yours. If you still want to write a message but don’t feel comfortable with other people reading it, you can send your note to the email address dearimogen@imogenfoundation.org
This forum will be available year-round for whenever you want to write. There is no wrong way to express your thoughts, so please use this space to express yourself freely.
Dear Imogen —
I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over the room — but lately, I don’t fear the thick dark navy blue, I fear the glow. The far off glow that seeps in through the window when it’s open and seeps in through the window when it’s shut. The glow that reflects off the thick and smooth surface of the darkness, surrounding me from every angle. The grainy glow that penetrates the thick glass of my windows, and normally, might be soothing as it protected me from the inevitable quiet of the darkness, except it’s not.
I can’t sleep because I can’t remember what you looked like. I can remember your hair – it fell just beneath your shoulders, sometimes longer when you didn’t have time to cut it. It was a dark dirty blonde color, borderline brown, but not quite — like mine. But it was curly, a light curl that was soft and expansive. Mine is straight like a pin.
Thank you so much for taking the time to celebrate Imogen’s 18th Birthday. Please use the space below to share creative works inspire by Imogen, a memory, a story, a birthday message, a poem, and/or upload artwork or a picture. Tag your submission with the one or more of the options provided. Then click on a tag and you can read other shared stories.
In love and friendship,
The Imogen Foundation Youth Advisory Board
Shared Messages
Shared Messages
Shooting Stars
Shooting Stars A shooting star streaks across the sky For just a fleeting second Before it is gone Before its life is at an end A person’s life is the same It goes by in [...]
Happy Birthday Imogen
Imogen, I will love you until the stars burn out and there is nothing left in the world. Yet I don’t think even if I live forever I’ll be able to describe what you mean [...]
A Letter On Grief
Dear Imogen — I haven’t slept in a while and I am so tired. Things get dark each night and the darkness is like a deep navy blue, thick and suffocating as it lays over [...]
