There is nothing safe for a bereaved parent this time of year! That’s a bit of an overstatement, because I feel safe when I stay home with my hubby and watch TV……mostly (I have to be careful about those Hallmark movies!). But my usual “go to” for comfort and decompression – driving around and listening to music – is not the safest thing at this time of year – the holidays.
I will admit, though, I found a bit of humor in the songs I stumbled upon a few days ago while driving around trying to find good music to listen to.
I usually love Christmas music. But this year, it seems every time I listen to the Sirius station playing it, they have to play everyone’s favorite – Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. I don’t know why it is bothering me more this year than the previous 3 years. Or maybe I am just not remembering it bothering me like it does this year. Who knows?
It is a beautiful song with such an eloquent melody that I am drawn to it and am singing along before I realize the upcoming phrase and what it will do to my shattered heart – “Through the years we’ll all be together if the fates allow.”
If only.
But the “fates” didn’t allow. (Who are the “fates”, anyway? And why do they have such control?!?!?) Just kidding.
So, a few days ago, I heard this song, came to that line, changed the station, and what comes up next?
When Will I See You Again?
I found that slightly humorous, but again changed the station, searching for a safer song.
And the next song I found?
Baby Come Back
This can’t be happening.
I’m glad God helps me to find humor in these crazy occurrences. That’s one of the things I love about Him.
After a good chuckle, I found the end of a Jimi Hendrix song, Lover Boy, and listened to the long guitar solo for several minutes. I’m not actually familiar with the song, but the soulful, instrumental finish to the song distracted my mind and helped me focus on something besides the pain.
I thank God for all the different styles of music; even Judy Garland singing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. Maybe someday I will be able to listen to it all the way through again.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” Aldous Huxley
“Where words fail, music speaks.” Hans Christian Andersen
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