Their Music

Their Music

We were sitting on the middle school bleachers many years ago when I leaned over and asked Mom what she thought and without hesitation she offered a positive, reaffirming !! YES !! So, I gathered a list of songs I felt would comfort, placed them on a compact disc, wrote an ‘I’m thinking of you and I hope this helps’ note and mailed that package to my grieving aunt

& truth be told ? Even though Mom insisted this gift would be perfect, I was nervous. Auntie was hurting and the younger me did not yet realize.

Fast forward to when I was the one submerged in that horrific pain. Mom.  ! MOM ! How could she be gone so suddenly and just HOW was I supposed to carry on without her by my side ??!??

I can’t. I CAN’T.

Enter Engelbert Humperdinck.

Mom adored the guy. His voice serenaded my childhood. He was the background to my growing up years and it was to him, I turned

& no, it was not easy.

Hearing Engelbert without her ?? Someone just stab me in my heart please, because that pain would be more bearable but, somehow, somewhere, I allowed Mr Humperdinck in and he sang as I cried and cried and cried

until …

My song list is quite extensive and people often wonder WHY I still carry that ancient, little bitty iPod thingie around. Does it even work ?? Do they still make those things ?? but in this tiny music box

lies my salvation

& when the day comes when I leave this life, I want my tunes to surround everything and everyone that I love. I want my peeps to play and play and play them over and over and over again. I want my children to listen when everything inside screams ! ! NO ! ! I want Siblings to listen on the hard days and on the easier days and on every, single moment in between. I want my everybody-s to listen to those melodies of mine until they reach their BETTER … Because I promise, there IS a Better.

Oh, Music. The beautiful, healing, amazing power of music.

Listen to their music.

Beyond You