Click the blue link below to hear a guitar recording for my arrangement:
ANGEL IN THE SKY #2 – Guitar Arrangement
Every other Tuesday, I looked forward to performing at Kulak’s Woodshed. I was able to play two songs that were videotaped and streamed on the Web. I loved stepping out of my ordinary world into the enchantment of one of my songs; each one was like a time machine for me.
I found the physical experience of singing mysterious; I was never sure why some performances were better than others. But lately, I noticed a lot of improvement.
Last Tuesday night, I chose “Angel in the Sky” as my second song. My first-born son Jason died when he was 5 years old and I wrote that song with him in mind.
I introduced my song with this line:
“So many of my songs are inspired by the child I had that never had a chance to grow up.”
I performed “Angel in the Sky” and escaped into the magic of singing and playing my guitar. But at the end of my performance, it was the last line that gutted me. Jason died in 1992 – it had been so long since I’d seen him.
A wave of emotion filled my eyes with tears and choked my voice. I spoke and still could hardly get the words to come out.
“I miss you so . . . my angel, in the sky.”
ANGEL IN THE SKY
Copyright 2015 by Judy Unger
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My love for you grows over time
with every song and every rhyme
I dream about your sweet embrace
your sparkling eyes; your beautiful face
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You are my angel in the sky, like a butterfly
you flew away and couldn’t stay
we had to say goodbye
I still cry, so you must know I miss you so
my angel in the sky
you’re my angel in the sky
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Your precious smile glows in my mind
you uplift; you are my gift
And when I die; you’ll hold my hand
my lovely light, just not in sight
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CHORUS
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Gone for years and I still cry
don’t you know, my love just didn’t die
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You are my angel in the sky, like a butterfly
you flew away and couldn’t stay
we had to say goodbye
I still cry so you must know
I miss you so, my angel
Gone for years and I still cry
You’re my angel in the sky
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Below are links to other stories about this song:
#472 ANGEL IN THE SKY – PART 2
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No words, just emotions. Warm embrace.
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I feel your love. Thank you. 🙂
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Holding you close sis. xo
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I could feel your great love when you were singing this song.
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for taking the time to listen. Honoring my son’s memory and sharing that is so beautiful for me. I really appreciate your kind words.
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This is really beautiful and deserves to be shared, although I admit I’m having a hard time typing with the tears in my eyes!
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Oh, Belinda – I’m sorry to make you teary. Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comment. Whenever I’m told that I’ve touched someone else’s heart, it just makes my day.
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Making me teary is a good thing. 🙂
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That’s really touching Judy. You express yourself in words so well it really touches deep chords of the heart.
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Thank you so much, Sparsh!!! I appreciate your words and am very honored to be nominated for an award. You’ve made my day. 🙂
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These little joys do make our day 😊
I’m glad u liked.
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Judy, like you, the time does not erase the memories of my son. I have a 3 1/2 year old grandson that reminds me of Andrew-husky, talkative, fun… I planted seeds with him today, it brought back so many memories of me working in the garden with my youngest and hearing the school bus bringinig Andrew home. My little one would drop whatever he was doing with me and run to meet his brother, now close to 10 years later, Eisha, who was 7 that spring and just a little over 8 when he lost his brother has only faded memories of special times with Andrew- 6 foot 5″ inches tall-acomputer whiz…He has grown up like an only child with a pathetic, sickly mother-I hate it.He mostly remembers Andrew when pictures of things they did together come out. Being an “Angel mom” has to be the worst of punishments. I admire how you have been able to express your love, so far down this awful road, I would just like to hurt somebody-I dont think I will ever heal to the extent that you have. I know the pain is stll there for you, but you manage it so well! Brenda
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Oh, Brenda – Thank you so much for your comment. I see some changes in your words – even the acknowledgement that you might not heal to the extent I have. That is very hopeful! It has been many years since my son died and even though you might be nearing a decade, it has been twice as long for me. I’m not one that believes “time heals” – it is very easy to stay in that deep hole of anguish. I feel so much sadness for what you have had to physically endure. When grief wrecks your body, it destroys your spirit, too. You described yourself as pathetic and sickly. Oh, how sorry I am. Being sickly is awful, but pathetic is almost a cruel description for someone who lost a piece of her soul. You were destroyed by his death.
One day, you might very well surprise yourself by rising out of the ashes. Andrew never grows up – he is frozen in time and inside of you. You are my fellow angel mom. Thank you for your admiration. I wish, I wish for you to find better health and some peace. Sending you a hug.
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