Thursday, November 6, 2008

And They Do

I don't listen to a lot of music, I can't really find my niche. I like a little of everything, and not a lot of anything. Hubby says I'm just hard to please.

I can't remember when I first heard it, a song by Trace Adkins called Then They Do.
It is one of those songs that makes me literally sob. So beware before you click on that link. It just about kills me to think of being in this house, and the kids all gone.

What made me think of this at this moment? The election. Yup, one small point in time has my mind reeling with the possibilities. Mr 18 got to vote for the first time. Although I'm nearly certain we had opposing opinions I was so proud that he took time to cast his ballot. Then on Tuesday night Miss 10 had an assignment dealing with the election. Nothing unusual for a 5th grader, but her avid interest in the election has blown me away. In the weeks preceding the election we discussed the candidates, the issues, the reasons people feel certain ways about a person, etc. She had and still has the most insightful questions. There were times as the states were being "given" to a certain candidate that she could spit out the number of electoral college votes that particular state had. I was floored. I was also sad, because it's a mere 3 years until Miss 15 can vote and only 8 until Miss 10 does, and by the time they can vote, they have gone, and my job is over. It's sad and exciting to think about that.

In the small theme of songs that can make you cry, here's another one. Where it does make me sad, it brings Hubby to his knees, Nate, I bet it will for you as well. Grab a tissue.

And this one... reminds me of my grandparents. And my grandfather who has been gone much longer now than I care to think about, and if my memory is right, it was on this date that he had a stroke that he never recovered from. He was probably my favorite person in the world when I was a child. I miss you, Papa! (Mom, don't even click there!)

What songs get to you? And Borgen girls... what is your favorite memory of Papa B? I remember being chased around the kitchen table with his dirty face, and his teeth out, squealing with glee. I also remember riding in the tractor or combine with J.J. and getting in trouble 'cause we laughed... A LOT!

3 comments:

La Rêveuse said...

I try to avoid songs that make me sad. Once is enough, I guess. After that, I don't want to go there. That being said, performances that make me cry, not for the words but for the gift of the performer, that's a different story. I still get chills thinking of Ted Lee's Nessun Dorma--I bawled like a baby. It was amazing. I was ready to call Disney and have them do an animated movie of Turandot with him as the lead.

Papa? Oh, Papa. My favorite was seeing him walk in from the fields, his face covered with dirt. Watching him walk around on his hands when he was in his 60's (gosh that man was strong!), and playing this is the way the lady rides. Naps where he snuck out (I never figured out how he did that), and of course, Mom's stories of the chicken he de-headed after it attacked her.

And because I know you will know what it means, "Stop hitting yourself!!!"

JoAnn said...

Some advice from a much older "Mom". Add new things to your day, just a few hours at a time, so that by the time they are busy with all their friends and activities, you will have new activities of your own. When they leave(and they will always come back home), you will still find the quiet in the house unbearable. There will be less silence if you are busy with other things.
One of many memories of Papa: The night R and I watched him attempt to get his pickup into the quonseth. (The door just wasn't wide enough that night. Maybe it was too dark outside?!!) It shouldn't have been funny, but it was!

Anonymous said...

I will never forget watching Papa, as he watched Mark ride the lawn mower, going way too fast. He turned away from the window, shook his head, and said (quietly), "Damn city kid." :) After his stroke, I couldn't go to visit him -- E was in the NICU. It is never easy to lose someone you love so much, and even more difficult when you cannot be there. I talked to Grama today. Today would have been their 64th Anniversary, she said. Thank you for this post. love, j.