Dear friends, sharing my passion for music, as in last post, took on a deeper meaning in these last couple months. Here’s my thought: Music Takes Our Soul to Fanciful Places – Even “Knocking on Heaven’s Door.”
Yes, I was excited about bringing Spring into our lives, both metaphorically and atmospherically, but today I see it more as Music bringing us into the spring-time of our lives.
In March, I pursued business leads for new interviews for this blog and our YouTube channel. I travelled to Houston TX and Lake Charles LA. Made contacts and planted seeds for bringing new guests on line soon. I also became a New Member of the Texas State Historical Association (TSHA) and then attended the TSHA meeting in San Antonio TX. I was thrilled by the amazing speakers and historical resources, and I truly meant to share more in another blog because I found a way to tell our family history and preserve it as their lasting legacy.
As I watched the growth in our gardens, and the quick once-a-year blooming of the wisteria, it seemed that everything seemed to be resurrected from their wintry sleep. Then it reminded me of my dear dad who was born in the spring of 1923. We believe in the Resurrection and we know we will see him again.
So here I happily posed with a birthday gift my son gave me. Let’s call it the Traveling metal guitar. My husband Kevin and I had bought it at Farmer’s Market in Rockport TX. I loved it but it was my son Mitch’s birthday, so I gave it to him. He is a drummer and guitarist so thought how appropriate. Now he brought it back. Hence, it may become one of those gifts that travels periodically. Fun. Laughter. Music. Memories.
Then things turned around as they do in life. In March, our beloved mother went to the hospital for the last time, then hospice back at the home where she had been these last several years.
Mom seemed to be in a long slow lingering decline. Her breathing was labored and we cried because we love her. Yet, we all felt blessed to say our farewells and spend time with her. We were also very grateful that a special room had been prepared for her and us to gather round her.
She and dad had always loved their music, and had gifted us with all their love and memories.
Now we brought music for mom. So many of their favorite songs and music flooded our memories.
Glenn Miller’s Big Band Music, Harry James’ “You Made Me Love You”, “Las Mananitas” by Vicente Fernandez, Patsy Cline’s “I Fall to Pieces”, and more. Then were more recent tunes that we had introduced to them – A duet of “Waiting on a Woman” by Brad Paisley and Andy Griffith, “Believe” by Brooks & Dunn. Thank God for YouTube and electronic technologies on our cell phones. What a blessing!
The last song eluded my memory until I remembered. I found it on YouTube and played it – Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton’s “When I Get Where I’m Going.”
Mom seemed to be slipping away with no words, but after that song, she had a few tears and she gently took her last breathe.
We’ll love you forever mom. You and dad are together again, and there’s no more pain or suffering. We could almost hear the hugs and laughter you must have been enjoying. Love eternal and a big family reunion. Until we see you later mom and dad. We’ll love you always. Music takes us places – even to heaven’s door. Amen.