Today I am back at work and feeling somewhat better than yesterday. I was thinking last night about mourning and feeling joyful at the same time and the dichotomy of such feelings.
Last night was Halloween and neither Don nor I felt like answering the door to happy and laughing children. Quiet is our place right now. We had a long, slow dinner at the local Perko's, shared a banana split, and just talked.
I awoke this morning feeling more prepared to meet the day than I have up to this moment. Mourning and missing are still center stage in my thoughts but then I walked into the music building. As I opened my office door, Joseph, sweet piano major, Joseph, was sitting in the lobby with other students and was strumming his guitar. He looked up, saw me, and instantly burst into an improvisational song of welcome back.
There just isn't anything like music to make me smile and his sweet, spontaneous explosion of chords and rhythms and words lightened my heart.
11 comments:
It just takes time. But being around other people can sometimes be a very good thing....especially if they're thoughtful, which seems to be the case with Joseph. Music is wonderful for the soul.
I am so glad you had that moment of music to ease your sad soul right now. I I know the feelings of having joy and mourning circling each other. Time. Time will blend them. In the meantime I send you a warm hug.
XOXO
Little things like that were what got me through my dad's death, now almost 15 years ago. I treasure those small moments above all others.
Thats what its about, just something to make you smile and forget for a few, you need that!
Music will cause that to happen, and a friend to make you feel better!
xoxox
The best way to move forward is returning to your life and doing little things that you know are happy things. That was sweet of Joseph to lift you up upon your return. Very sweet indeed.
Music heals the soul...
So sweet of him!!
What a lovely way to be welcomed back! I'm glad you're feeling a bit better; certainly I can understand the dichotomy of which you speak. Much love to you, dear Annie. One day at a time...
Music is love expressed without words - it's the musicians gift to you, and I'm so glad that Joseph's spoke to you in a warm way.
Hugs to you...
How lovely that Joseph's hands were used to make your first day back a bit happier. I remember well how difficult those early days were.
I could never imagine my life without music. NEVER!
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