Blessings to you...
Emotions were high on the day that inspired the song "The Day the Music Died." Young people grieved and truly believed "the music" died along with the music makers who died in the plane crash.
In those days so much was challenging the young people. Born as we all are, idealists with young, inexperienced emotions and passions. The very foundations of everything they (we) believed and were taught seemed to be crumbling. The song points to the songs, people, concerts, protests, wars, riots that troubled all of us who lived through it.
Yesterday, in a seemingly very different but in reality the same event the "music died" ... or seemed to die for my mom and my family, as my mom passed from this life experience.
When we lose the people and dreams we love, all may seem lost. But while this may be our immediate reality, it is not Truth. In Truth life goes on. Life as principle is eternal, and life is meant to be good.
The music did not die on that day back in 1959. That is because music is a divine principle of harmony...music that CAN change our lives and the world when the notes and words resonate with a vibration of love, hope and positive regard. It stimulates dreams, desires and passion placed there by God. How many songs have come since that day...and how many are yet to be sung!
Yes, there are still challenges; wars, protests, and broken dreams...yet the true dreams and desires for all that is good are real. They are of God...of good. We have the opportuity to change the world through our choices.
The "music died" also on this day, for many of the staff and residents of Harrington Court; the convalescent home were my mom spent the last 2 1/2 years of her life. The tears shed last night were not only those of my family. They were the tears of the staff...everyone from nursing, aides, hospice, even cleaning staff.
They would miss her...her singing and dancing...her oft' repeated response to "how are you doing, Muriel?" which was always "fine and dandy, sweet as candy." And they would miss my sister, granddaughter, nieces and I, who would come and sing songs with and for mom.
As mom's physical memory faded we remained connected by a game called "Humm...ble," which is a guessing game where a tune is hummed and mom would guess and then sing along. We did this so often, that the staff and residents all came to know us...whether they liked our oft times hilarious attempts at "singing" or not. They loved us for it, and the love that emmanated from it. And oh...how we came to love them...for loving her and caring for her with such love!
With my mom's ongoing. Her physical presence in our daily lives is a thing of the past, but she is not. She lives in our photos, memories, the things she taught us..."for better or worse!" Even better than that, she lives as promised by Scripture, validated by those who can see and talk to those who have gone on, and the Truth within our own hearts and souls.
Late last night my daughter called to tell me that shortly after 6 p.m., right about the time of my mom's passing, the photo of my mom, my sister, my granddaughter and I fell of the shelf. Believe it or not. I choose to believe it.
Now go hug someone you love...if you can't reach them, call, write, or close your eyes and behold them in your heart. RevAli