As She Lay Dying

Does it sound poetic? Well it isn’t. I’m in a house that I spent a few years of my life in while waiting for the most important person in my life to begin the next leg of her journey.  Soon the memories of my precious mother will overcome me and my family along with a river of tears.

However, as we come face to face with the fact that the four of us will now be orphaned,  this leg of the journey brings an end to her suffering.

I am sitting here listening to the old time gospel music I grew up on recorded by Grand Ol Opry greats…Yes, rockers always go back to their roots. My roots are deeply carved. into every bit of soil and through every river and creek my ancestors swam in and fished from around here.

There is an undeniable fact I will share here. God is real. The journey never ends. We merely are changed. I believe when my mother leaves us, she will be with my Granny and a lot of relatives who left before her. Even now I believe that she sees them or hears them waiting.

I don’t care what others believe, but I know from personal experience that God is not a figment of the imagination. God s the reason I have a love for nature and the a deep respect for the fury it gives us from time to time. God is also the reason I don’t fear what is to come. He is also the reason I can love and forgive others.

My mother’s journey on this orb we call Earth is about to end. I am grateful that God blessed me with her for 53 years. I will carry her forever in my heart, and will do my best to be there for my sons, for one day they will be in the position I am now in.

It is my hope that they will stand together strong and in brotherly love when faced with loss of a parent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Lost Treasures Found…

I sang rock and such for decades but was raised on country…I remember being in my 30’s and swearing I’d only sing rock…Well, it was Charlie Daniels that said, “If you go with what you were raised on, you won’t mess up.” or something to that effect.

Well I have found that I do have some country chops…I guess I can thank my grandparents for it but I was simply DRAWN to this song the other night. I never realized who Goldie Hill was, but now I listen avidly to the songs she sang. I also listen to the likes of Cowboy Copas, Kitty Wells and a lot of others as of late–yet I keep coming back to THIS song.  There was something in her voice that I simply adore.  Watch this one–and believe me, I could almost hear Patsy Cline cover this song, had she thought of it and/or lived long enough. You’ll see why.  Just bend a note here and there and stick with the natural register and BAM!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-F8veijaO0

There are so many people I never got to hear when I was little because a lot of them died either prior to my birth or shortly afterwards.  However, it is the classics that keep bringing me back “home”. Here’s another one I love to hear:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUHqM3j7n5Y

Hearing him sing that, I can now see just how much impact losing him, Cowboy Copas and Patsy Cline at the same time  broke the heart of Country music itself for quite time. Losing those 3 had the same impact on Country music that the crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper had on the world of Rock and Roll just a few short years before.

I guess I know the feeling of what it is like to find a shiny treasure in an old attic!

Have a great day!