WHAT IS LEFT SINCE YOU DIED

Posted on December 10, 2010 by Judy

“My gift”

The last two days, I had so written so much about grief! For several weeks I had been poring through my blog to excise segments for a possible book. Suddenly, I had all this “new material” – was that why I was suddenly connecting to grief again?

It was late afternoon. I hated to pull myself away from my computer and all the writing I was finishing up on. Like an addict sucking on a cigarette, I inhaled deeply as soon as I heard the music notes entering my ears with my iPod. It did feel good to stretch and be outside.

I ran an errand and then I decided to have my nails done. Having them nicely manicured was helpful in order not to bite them (after doing that for fifty years). Although my nails were short, for me they represented a huge, yardstick of self-improvement!

The Vietnamese woman in front of me was very kind. As she sat down to do my nails, I had the awareness that listening to my music might be rude. I pulled out my earbuds as she began to massage my hands.

She stared at my iPod, so I told her how much music had helped me. Then, she began to ask me a few questions. I was completely honest and within a few moments I had told her a lot about my life.

Suddenly, the manicurist lowered her head and tears coursed freely down her cheeks. She told me how much she missed her beloved, brother who had died a year ago. She said he used to play guitar with her and she was very sad.

I held her hand with one hand as she worked on my other hand. I told her that his death was still very raw and her tears were better “out than in.” She got up to get a tissue, and then she thanked me.

I asked her if she wanted to listen to one of my songs. Because I was embarrassed that my singing was too personal – I put on my instrumental song, Farewell. Within a moment, another manicurist came over and the two of them each had one earbud in their ears.

I squirmed a little as they listened. I allowed myself to hear the notes to my “theme song” in my head; I could always hear it playing through me at any given moment.

When the song was over, both women told me how beautiful it was.

I put on another song for her, “Beside Me Always.” I watched her close her eyes as she listened, and tears continued to course down her cheeks.

When she told me my music helped her feel better, I was relieved. I told her I was a writer and I wrote a lot about grief. Because she didn’t understand English too well, she asked me to write down that word for her. I did. She said, “Oh – grief! I see . . .”

I left the nail salon, and knew I’d be back soon to bring a CD over for my “new friend.” I thought about my music and wondered why I wasn’t selling anything yet.

Knowing my music comforted her made me feel alive. It felt so great to give of myself so freely.

Then I thought about her gift to me.

I suddenly gained a lot of confidence about where I was going.

You’ve got to hand it to me! (Boy am I running out of picture ideas)

“Squeezing pain of stress”

My blog, My Journey’s Insight, was started in February of this year.

For anyone first reading this page, the table of contents page has more about me on Post #1.

Currently, I am writing about grief. Sometimes, I write humorous things and I cover many other topics. I am passionate about songwriting and music, for sure.

Before I continue further, let me introduce those whose messages I will soon be sharing.

First off, there is Sam. I reconnected with Sam (who is a physician) this past October. He found my blog and saw his picture on I REMEMBER THE FUN. At that time, I hadn’t seen Sam for over thirty years and he was my boyfriend in high school.

There is also Lori. I wrote about Lori on RECONNECTING & REMEMBERING and I’VE LIVED AMIDST BROKEN HEARTS. We have a mutual relative that connected us after her son died.

I have endured considerable teasing and prodding by some of my tennis friends. Their message to me has been this, “Stop wasting your time emailing your former boyfriend and pay attention to your husband!”

Well, I love my husband, and “my former boyfriend” has been extremely compassionate and helpful in my present life. Our new, friendship has certainly provoked some insightful writing from me. His kindness has been unusual.

This week, I went into the same hospital where my mom was on a respirator last year around this time. A few days ago, I mentioned to all my friends how difficult it was for me to visit my good friend, Janis, whose mother has been extremely ill.

Sam sent me a message and said he could visit Janis and her mother at this hospital, which was nearby to his medical office. I asked Janis if that was okay and she was open to his visit.

Janis told me afterwards that he was extremely attentive and caring. He spent almost an hour of his time giving her advice regarding her mother’s care. She had never met Sam before and was very grateful that he had extended himself to her.

I felt glad, because Janis had always extended herself to me. I will never forget how when my son, Jason, died in 1992 – she was there for me.

On Dec 8, 2010, Sam wrote:

Hi Judy,

Just back from a long downtown meeting…a quick off-the-wall comment on your recent post…you wrote:

“Even when I smiled, I could feel the squeezing pain of stress.”

You wrote a similar line in one of the earlier posts that I read…I just wanted to make sure that you are not having chest pressure or anything like that…when we were 19 and 17 it didn’t matter, but now at 53 and 51…when I hear “squeezing pain of stress” in my peer group, I usually order a treadmill stress test (stress echo actually)

I just want to make sure that you’re not ignoring any of your own health issues while taking care of everyone else! If you have any “squeezing” or “tightness” or “chest burning”, let your doctor know as soon as possible! This is not to worry you, but don’t ignore any significant symptoms!!…Sam

Phew! Thanks, Sam.

I think I meant it more figurative. I’ve been feeling a lot healthier, so I’m actually very sensitive now to those feelings of stress. When my burden is “heavy,” I usually feel the squeezing in my stomach. I have found the effect of stress has been to cause my stomach to be upset, so it’s not really in my chest area.

I have kept up with those mammograms – especially, losing my friend Cheryl gave me the awareness for that.

However, it was so caring of you to write that to me – Thank you.

Judy

Jason and Judy

“Where am I going with my writing?”

On Dec 6, 2010, Sam wrote:

Hi Judy,

You wrote: “I’m actually thinking that perhaps instead of a book about grief I could make the book about releasing my grief through the music.”

You’re at this interesting juncture, and I think the main thing to decide is whether you want to write a book that is therapeutic for you in its writing, or whether you want to write a book that will sell as many copies as possible.  And they will probably not be the same book.

(Sam wrote a lot more; he was extremely helpful with a considerable amount of detail regarding his suggestion)

I think that you can find the proper tone that will be right for you and convey what you want to say…but it will have to be a careful and thoughtful road to get there.  I think you can do it and be very successful…go for it! Sam

A card from one of Jason’s 5-year-old preschool classmates. His death impacted some very young children. My good friend, Janis, says her son no longer remembers Jason now (He is 23).

From: Judy

To: Sam

Sent: Mon, December 6, 2010

Subject: Re: Grief book

I know you’re right about all of this!

I’m so tired from typing today it’s hard to process it. But thanks so much for the encouragement and thoughtfulness. I am thankful that I haven’t gotten any more carpal symptoms, but my wrists do ache a little from all my typing.

I’m going to have a great blog; too bad I can’t sell that!

It’s funny, but I feel like I always say the same things over and over in regards to grief. There are a few “truisms” for me, but generally those are not even my own ideas. They are truths that all the people grieving seem to know. It’s a “club” no one wants to belong to. And honestly, whoever buys the books will probably already know someone or be someone in it!

I read a lot of books back them. I did have one, special book and I remember being impressed that the mother wrote it ten years after her son died. I thought, “Wow, how did she remember all that?” Now I understand.

I guess I was thinking that although I thought I knew a lot of grief and “moving forward” – it was truly this year where I made so much improvement in my life. That’s why I thought it would be a more unusual book than all the other typical, grief books.

It sounds like an outline might actually be a very good idea for me. Thanks so much, Sam. I’m honored that you’ve shared my blog excerpts with med students, too.

Judy

On Dec 9, 2010, Lori wrote:

Hi Judy,

I think Sam has great ideas for you to ponder. I think what is so wonderful about your blog is that you fell deep into grief when Jason died, yet your experiences through that grief have made you who you are today.

A strong woman who can advocate for your children, caregiver for your parents, a singer songwriter, a writer etc…I think what would make your book different from other books is how you not only survived grief, but you came out the other end a very, happy person who rediscovered herself. As you and I both know, no parent wants their dead child to ever be forgotten.

Jason was only in your life for 5 short years, but look at the incredible impact he had on every aspect of your life!

That is exactly what your book would portray and that is what every grieving parent needs to know – that their child will never be forgotten and will always be involved in their life.

Love, Lori

Hi Lori,

Thank you for your touching message! You said exactly what I was thinking of doing. I love the songwriting stuff, although some of my songs are about friendship and stuff unrelated to grief (although Cheryl died).

I know a bio is too much. I thought I’d make it like a “journal of rediscovery” and use my blog excerpts – minus most of the stuff about my kids. I have plenty of material if I go that route.

Or I could just do stuff about grief, and make a smaller book.

Judy, I also love the humorous parts in your blog about your animals! I think everything including your songs should be included in the book somehow, or maybe a CD of your music can be included in the cover of the book.

Love, Lori

Below is a message from a fellow, bereaved mom in a grief forum to another mother named Joanne. Joanne was upset because she did not receive any messages on her child’s death anniversary and planned to “leave this group.” Shasta’s message echoes my sentiments exactly!

From: Shasta

Subject: RE: [Loss of a child] I think I am going to leave this group.

Date: December 10, 2010

Dear Joanne,

First I’m sorry for your loss (the death of your son). Second I’m sorry no one acknowledged it.

It is true that we understand your loss and wish to be there for each other everyday, but we can’t. As it has been said, many of us carry our own grief a burden so heavy that sometimes we stumble and fall beneath it (and often can’t get up). Some of us barely make it through our days, and many of us face other problems with our marriages, jobs, the economy, our living children (and their grief), other losses etc. Many of us will fall behind on many things including checking emails and these groups. I’m not making excuses, you are right there is no reason why anyone should face the anniversary of their child’s death alone! I’m sorry for the way the world is, it isn’t fair, it isn’t right and YOU should never have to face this horrible thing let alone feel like the world didn’t even care to acknowledge it. The truth is NO ONE should.

We were thinking of you on your hard day, I know you can’t read our minds and we need to express it out loud. For not doing so, I apologize.

Long Warm Love Filled hugs, Shasta

It might seem strange with so much sadness, but I’m going to end today’s writing with a short, humorous exchange. Sam and I both like puns:

Hi Sam,

I have a new, lower version of my latest song. Now it’s in a key that’s much better for my voice. Here comes The Alabaster Seashell in the key of C!

Judy

On Dec 6, 2010, Sam wrote:

Glad it’s not the Alabaster Beetle in the key of B…looking forward to hearing it…Sam

Hi Sam,

I had no idea there was so much to know about recording. I’m going to do a lazy vocal right now into my computer mic. Finally, blessedly it’s quiet around here.

I just know the lower key is going to help this song. I guess if this were a Beetle song it would “bug” me!

Judy

On Dec 6, 2010, Sam wrote:

Hey Jude,

I won’t leave you with no reply. That would get me nowhere, man. You’re getting better.  Do you want to know a secret?Just act naturally!

Hi Sam,

Oh god, not Beatles puns!!!!!

HELP!!!!!!

Judy

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A DEEP, DARK EMPTINESS IS THERE

Posted on December 9, 2010 by Judy

It took me over a month to gather my thoughts in order to reply to the comment below:

Comment on Post #61 WHAT IS MOST HELPFUL

Judy, you wrote:

“The only people I wanted to be with were those who were grieving too.”

While I know that someone who has not experienced a significant loss can sympathize with someone who has, do you think they can truly empathize? Did you ever find someone who understood what you were going through if they didn’t experience it for themselves? Sam

Hi Sam,

Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I’ve decided it’s worthy of a thoughtful response. I am going to write another post about grief.

Judy

Does true empathy in grief exist?

Empathy is a word that is very close to sympathy. I looked up the definition, and empathy means “the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.”

I have often suggested that it is helpful for people who are grieving to seek out other bereaved people with similar circumstances in order to find understanding of the anguish being experienced.

When I was involved with Compassionate Friends, many bereaved parents complained about the lack of empathy over and over and over again. They were searching for it and not finding it.

I wonder if other bereaved parents would agree with me on what I am about to write.

So here is my truth (and my truth alone because grief is unique to every person):

I have finally decided that my answer is a resounding no, since it was impossible for anyone to comprehend my level of pain after Jason died – even if they had also lost a child!

I hated to write that sentence above. However, it just wasn’t possible for me to find empathy from anyone, even people who had experienced loss in their life!

I really felt no other human could understand the pain of my loss. They had no idea about what I had lost; nor could I about their loss.

Grief is very lonely. I believe it is the most isolating of human experiences.

I have often heard of amputation as an analogy for grief. Like an amputation, it is hard to imagine how it might feel to “lose a limb” unless it is actually cut off. The loss is always there, and eventually one might learn to compensate for it.

The difference is that while an amputation is visible; an amputated soul is not!

Also I believe it is a blessing not to experience deep grief, to not understand. I can certainly remember the innocence of my prior existence. I had an “unblemished heart.”

If I were to imagine losing a second child, I could not even imagine how that might be!

I believe it is completely different to imagine horror than to actually cross the threshold into bereavement. Simply projecting horror is a pittance to the experience. It’s almost like one of those “close calls before a car accident.” You might imagine the thud, breaking windshield, and injury. But until it happens, there is just no description of how it actually feels that adequately matches the horror.

I think that is why it is so frightening for many people. I have heard my friends tell me that losing one of their children is their greatest fear.

With that level of fear, it makes it very hard to approach someone who is grieving!

I remember trying to offer comfort to a woman whose son committed suicide. She told me that there was no way I could understand her situation.

She was right.

It was then when I realized it was truly impossible for me to imagine the grief of someone else. It was especially difficult if the circumstances were suicide or murder!

After Jason died, I searched for another bereaved parent who had lost a child of the same age. I desperately wanted understanding. It didn’t help. I searched for someone who had a cardiac child who had died. I actually came close. It still didn’t help.

My “fellow grievers” did have understanding for many situations which arose as a result of grief, and that was very helpful. They understood what it was like to avoid places where I used to go with Jason. Cleaning out his room, and emptying his closet held tremendous anguish.

Therefore, my “partners in grief” were useful for their “understanding” but could not ease my pain, nor could I feel theirs.

Bereaved people are still humans with unique personalities and what goes along with that. Often, bereaved people have completely, different timetables as they move through their grief.

Experiencing loss can affect and alter personalities. I’ve met bereaved parents who drove others away during the angry phase of bereavement. Grievers are wounded and not much can be expected of them. This can cause them to be further isolated.

Friendship developed over time for me with my “grief partners” at Compassionate Friends.

It was always better for me to not have any expectations of them. Even though I was still “alone with my grief,” it helped me to crawl along with them. We all watched each other eventually begin our “first steps” back into a new existence.

I still felt I had to go it alone. It was not possible for anyone to “pull me up.” When I went to visit my friend Lori, I did not pull her up; she suffered and had to survive one minute at a time on her own.

I was grateful for our friends, Josh and Jeanne, for their companionship. It truly did help Michael and I during our bereavement.

The pain was “what it was,” it couldn’t have been any worse or any easier. Initially, the shock was simply a cushion for the impending anguish.

Although I couldn’t comprehend empathy while grieving, I do believe it is a beautiful thing for another human who has experienced grief to try to comfort someone grieving.

I always appreciated caring and support. Some parents who had children the same age as my deceased son had difficulty facing me. I recognized the courage of those that stayed close with me throughout my ordeal.

As far as what to offer someone grieving, at best, it is simply the statement of “I wish I could do something to help you and I’m so sorry.” That might be the most comfort that can be offered.

As I healed, I started more and more to feel the pain of other’s grief. That was when empathy returned for me personally.

My insight about empathy, therefore, was that what I was unable to find during deep grief came back into my life later on.

The intensity was startling. I felt empathy for people who were suffering even when I knew they could not grasp my sensitivity to their pain!

I have tried to be very honest in writing about my grief.

When I was deeply grieving, I wanted to die because it was so painful. I have never felt that way before or since.

I believe grief is a process. It never ended for me; it only changed.

I truly did not see color in the world; everything was in black and white for years and years.

Sometimes I wonder how I kept on illustrating. I wonder how I continued to parent my living children.

I simply survived. And then one day, I saw color again.

A picture of me from my “prior existence.”

A comment by one of my grief partners, Riva:

I think you stated it beautifully, Judy. For me, the proof that my grief was truly understood hinged on whether people could bring themselves to mention or ask my child’s name. I longed for that, almost as if that simple act gave continuing validity to my missing child and it became my criteria for a true measure of knowing where I was.

Message to a Grief Forum:

Subject: I’m leaving this group!

On Dec 7, 2010, Joanne wrote:

As much as I love everyone here, I just had the 3rd anniversary of my son for being in Heaven. No one acknowledged it. It was a VERY tough day for our whole family…. my heart goes out each and every one of you and I know that heartache too well. It’s too much for me… hugs to you all Joanne


Dear Joanne,

Don’t leave this group!

Everyone who has “anniversaries of the heart” knows it was a tough day for you; yes, they are fellow grievers and should understand! But grief is very lonely, and those “grievers” are incapable of dealing with anything more than their own pain. But they are the closest thing to finding comfort because they might understand the challenges of what you are going through!

There were no intentions to hurt you – so that’s what is important to remember.

In the end, all that is left of Tyler is you and your love of him for the rest of your life. You will always have that and must hold onto that to help you through those difficult days. Although it would have been nice to have acknowledgment, that is never enough anyway. The true pain is that he is gone and no one loved or knew him as you did. He would want you to feel better!!!

My son died 18 years ago and I have never forgotten any of it. I am not telling you how you’ll feel better or when. Someday, I pray you will feel better and understand how beautiful it was that Tyler was in this world and is always with you!

And by the way, it definitely is too much for you! It is awful! There are no words to describe such a loss. I am really sorry.

Judy

Messages from others responding to Joanne’s message in the grief forum:

I am sorry that I didn’t respond. I have Jeremy’s coming up on January 6, 2011. It will be one year. I am hating all holidays and I want to be left alone. Always remember he is there for you no matter what…. Jeremy’s mom, Marcy

I think as time goes on, people tend to forget these days that are burned in our hearts. On Alex’s first birthday after he was gone, our house was filled with people; last year it was just the family. This year, I plan to put it out there. Maybe if you remind everyone they will come next year. We wish we didn’t have to remind them but it is such an important a day for us. Had a second heart attack on Halloween but I did quit smoking…. Alex’s Dad, Larry

I don’t post too much, but I am still here. I lost my daughter 6 years ago. It still hurts like hell. I think of her daily and wish things where different. I wish I could help people in this group. Have a good day all. Judy R

Comment from Sam:

On Dec 7, 2010, Sam wrote:

How terribly isolating it must be…even within the group…is there any way out?…Sam

I believe grief is the most isolating of human experiences.

It is a prison without walls.

Ask any bereaved parent – they’d trade their own life in an instant (rather than live in a torture chamber) if their child could live again.

You might try to imagine losing one of your beloved kids – never to hear or see them grow up. However, it’s unimaginable. It’s like going from thinking about hunger, to never tasting food again.

With time comes acceptance, but the pain is never really is forgotten. It is forever.

Judy

Ps. Sadly, most bereaved parents dream their way out is by believing they’ll see their child once they die. I am in a place of acceptance and I remember the pain clearly but don’t feel it the way I used to.

Message to my friend, Lori (Post #2):

—–Original Message—–

From: Judy

To: Lori

Sent: Wed, Dec 8, 2010

Subject: Matthew’s birthday

Hi Lori,

I couldn’t believe I ran into you at Target the other day. Another one of those amazing coincidences! Especially, since I had just revised the post “I Opened the Box” that morning and read your comment there.

This morning, I was thinking of you. I remembered it was Matthew’s birthday “anniversary of the heart” last week.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know I remembered that. I’ve been thinking about writing something about grief and the holidays. You know, the time where the holidays hurt like hell.

Hope all is well with the rest of your family. It was great seeing you.

Love, Judy

On Dec 8, 2010, Lori wrote:

Hi Judy,

It’s always wonderful to see you too!  This year Matthew would have been 17 years old. It’s been 15 years since he died. It’s so unbelievable to me that so many years have passed!

I think your idea to turn your blog into a book is a wonderful idea. I remember early on in my grief, feeling like no one could understand what I was going through except for the people at the Compassionate Friends meetings. It would have been wonderful if a friend, family member, or even my son’s doctor could have handed me a book to read by a mother that has found her way through her grief. It would have been a spark of hope!

I hope you and your family have a wonderful Hanukkah! Keep on writing and singing Judy.

You are truly an inspiration.

Love, Lori

A song that was written before I experienced grief. I wrote this when I was 17.

My last words are to remind everyone that holidays pose a particular challenge to anyone who is grieving.

The loneliness and anguish are intensified with the memories of past holidays filled with joy rather than excruciating sadness.

If you know someone who has lost someone whom they loved, swallow the fear and call them. If they are angry, listen. If they are silent, stay close.

If they are sad, allow it. Don’t feel your purpose is to remind them “life goes on.” They know that. Unfortunately, it is going on around them!

Your presence can mean so much. And if you are “rejected,” don’t take it personally.

Don’t give up either.

Grief is a horrible thing. However, it is part of life and is arbitrary. It can happen to anyone at any time.

That used to be a scary thought for me. It isn’t any more.

That is why I have so much appreciation for my life right now.

I wrote eleven pages like this in one day. I read it into a tape recorder for Jason’s funeral.

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SOMEHOW I’M STILL PLAYING

Posted on December 8, 2010 by Judy

Peaches Chrenko when I saw her for my lesson yesterday. I told her, “I need pictures for my blog! My kids won’t let me share any!” 

“The beautiful seeds in my musical garden”

Yesterday when I went to my voice lesson, I couldn’t sing.

The world felt heavy upon me. Even when I smiled, I could feel the squeezing pain of stress.

I had so little enthusiasm for singing that I didn’t even bring my digital recorder along to share clips on the blog. Peaches gave me a hug; I needed it. Over her years of teaching she told me she had many lessons filled with tears. She told me sometimes that was just what a singing lesson was about.

I was glad Peaches understood how I felt. I tried not to get emotional when I shared with her how rejected I felt to receive an email message from the manager of Simi Valley Border’s over the weekend. The message read:

“I wanted to thank you for your Friday night music but as of today I’m going to cancel your performances here until further notice. If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to call me.”

Ironically, this past weekend I wasn’t feeling that venue was a good one for me. On Friday night, I waited awhile for someone to open up the storeroom, and then I had to carry out the speakers and amplifier by myself. My other Borders location always had the equipment set up for me.

I was courageous. I decided to call the manager and face what she had to say.

The manager told me that customers complained my music made it hard for them to talk or read. Our conversation was cordial and the door was left open for future performances. We both decided a break would be a good thing, and after I got off the phone I felt better.

Most of my stress related to the current situation with my parents.

My mother’s cardiology appointment was postponed until next week. However, no one bothered to tell me until the morning of the appointment! My mother suffered the most with her anxiety about it. I have decided not to tell her about any future appointments.

This past weekend was quite difficult. My mom became very agitated when I arranged for her to meet a second, possible caregiver. Her unhappiness toward my father, the whole situation, and myself was quite painful for me.

She questioned my motives, which were all about trying to make things easier for her. That hurt!

Yesterday when I took her out to dinner she said, “You know your father signed a paper allowing me to die!” I was unable to convince her otherwise that it simply wasn’t true.

I spoke up to her and said I didn’t want to hear her saying any more statements about my father and her perception that he was cruel to her. My father visits her practically every day of the week to “put her to bed.” He also visits her on many other occasions. He is suffering also!

A picture of my parents when they were first married.

My mom’s dementia has caused her to become angry and paranoid. At this moment, I want to punch the air because I’m so angry, too.

Where is my mother? Who stole her away from me?

I miss her and I really dislike this “other woman” who has replaced her. I feel horrible to admit that!

This morning my mom was found in the bathroom alone; she had gotten out of her wheelchair! She has started acting out in a dangerous manner by trying to walk and risking a fall.

She said to me, “There if no point to living if I cannot walk or be independent again. I plan to go back to assisted living!”

I was completely at a loss because I could not even think of a single, helpful response. Nothing at all!

I changed the subject.

Yesterday, there was the one element to my day that brought me back to life – it was music!

When I listen to my music, it travels through my heart and feels like an IV infusing comfort into my soul!

A picture of Peaches and I after only a few lessons in March.

As I discussed my music and songs with Peaches, I was revived.

I shared with her that I made the decision to pursue improving my vocals for another few months before committing to selling a CD. I played for her another, new recording of “Alabaster Seashell.” This time, my friend Steve was able to change the key. The lower key was interesting for me to try. My song could never be performed in this lower key for a live performance, because the guitar chords wouldn’t sound nearly as good if they were transposed. However, Steve was a genius with Pro-tools!

I explained to Peaches about the emptiness I have felt inside since “releasing” all my songs. However, I wasn’t completely empty. My song sheet pages from thirty years ago still had two songs that I thought might be worthy of remembering!

Both songs needed considerable work. I slowly began working on them this week. One song had a fabulous chorus. The other song consisted of three verses with haunting chords and lyrics.

I pulled out my guitar for Peaches. The sound of my arpeggiated guitar chords filled the room.

My voice wasn’t warmed up, and it wasn’t easy to sing songs that were unfinished. Hesitantly, I sang my uncertain melodies – I wasn’t too worried about being perfectly accurate with my singing.

Peaches listened. She said, “Judy, these songs are as beautiful as any of your other songs – how could you feel they might not be worthy?”

I replied, “You know, is it a flaw that I cannot let go of my youthful compositions? I have wondered why I haven’t done something completely new. I thought I was done with my old songs. I guess I just couldn’t let these two go. I hear their melodies in my heart and I am inspired to finish them!”

Peaches nodded and said softly, “When I hear your songs – I’m transported. They’re so calming, beautiful, and soothing.”

Then she added, “Judy there’s a reason for all of your songs being rediscovered. Another way to look at it is that they were seeds. They weren’t ready to be planted a long time ago, and you couldn’t grow them until they were ready. Now those seeds can blossom, because you finally planted them during this magical time in your life. It is so beautiful that you can nurture and grow them now!”

I loved her metaphor! I couldn’t have imagined a more touching way to look at my songs.

I left our lesson with my heart and soul singing. I had the knowledge that two more songs I was initially doubtful about were soon to be born.

The musical of my life will continue!

Lyric excerpt from my song “Retreat:”

Retreat – escaping into the serenity of music

It eases – the desolation and becomes my sole companion . . .

My childhood friend, Joni, commented on Post #13 THE BEAUTY REMAINS

On Tue, Dec 7, 2010, Judy wrote:

Dear Joni,

Your comment was beautiful – thanks for sharing it with me. I wondered why I didn’t really answer your question. I think you’re right – there’s no answer as to where creativity comes from. Nurturing helps, but I think it is something you’re born with. Some people can carry a tune, or draw like I did when I was very young. But it’s there.

Everyone has gifts. I’m glad you’ve come to appreciate yours. I have learned to be grateful and to enjoy my talents – the best part has been from sharing them. Having you there to watch me at Kulak’s has been indescribable. Coming to visit your home and hearing you listen to my music while cooking in your kitchen was amazing!

Love, Jude

I have to tell you Jude, that your music always brought me home.  When I felt lost and lonely and had the opportunity to listen to your music I just wanted so badly to crawl up inside your music and go to sleep.  I felt like I belonged nowhere and really felt unwanted even though that was not the message my parents wanted to send me, but that is how I felt.  Love, Joni

On Tue, Dec 7, 2010, Steve wrote:

Hi Judy,

I feel the same way about my creativity as Joni expressed.  I can make something better when the basis is there, but as for creating a song or something from a blank slate, that just isn’t there, and I don’t think it’s a matter of knowing music theory or playing an instrument. Joni wrote:

I like that, I can understand that completely.  And I agree with this too –

Steve

Hi Steve,

I feel much better. I was despondent for a bit – I had such a hard time with my mom at dinner.

Your message is so sweet – thank you!!!!!

It’s interesting, I listened to my songs today while shopping and driving around – it was soothing. I can hardly believe they’re mine. For me, the creation of them was as if they existed and came out of me. It’s kind of divine. I can’t really explain. Whenever I’ve created chord lines – the chords seem to progress by themselves. It’s like there is only one way I see them going and I hear it. Melodies are like that, too. There are lots of possibilities, but I’m always certain with what I choose to go with. It’s like my music is only waiting for me to discover it!

I used to struggle to write down musical compositions (when I knew how!). The few I did wouldn’t help me now, since I can’t read them! Recordings help me because I have the ability to “play by ear.” That’s what I used to do to figure out other guitarist’s musical “riffs.”

I “invent” almost all of my own chords for my songs. I experiment to find interesting sounds, and that’s why my “voicings” (that’s what they call guitar parts) are a little unusual.

I’m appreciating my blog more as I edit from the beginning. I’m shifting some of the photos and stories around. Black is so much more readable. Sometimes I feel discouraged about life and then I am so blessed to know that my “creations” are out there and appreciated.

I’m writing now and it’s so much more fun than editing!

I appreciate you and your friendship, Steve. it is so interesting how this amazing journey happened as a result of my mom’s illness.

Judy

During stressful times, it is always helpful to have the support of good friends. I received a nice card from my friend, Susan. It was perfect timing!

(Excerpts)

Dear Judy,

Today I finally sat down to listen to your CD and was once again astonished by your many talents. I enjoyed hearing your new songs, such as the first one that is about the alabaster seashell. I particularly enjoyed the intricate chord progression on the guitar (as I also did on your instrumental number).

You have become such a confident performer. You sound so relaxed introducing your songs at Kulak’s. I thought you did an excellent job on “More Than You Know.” You have become so proficient on the guitar. I love the chord progressions.

Your voice sounds powerful particularly on the sixth song where you sing, “I’ve had all my chances before.” All your practice is quite evident.

Even though I have heard “how hard it is Just Saying Goodbye” before, I love the very rhythmic quality of the song. It has such a catchy, upbeat musical quality to it. It is a great song and reminds me of the 70’s.

Love, Susan


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A PERFECT IDEA FOR A POST

Posted on December 2, 2010 by Judy

This photo was was taken a few weeks ago when I performed at my mom’s nursing facility.

per·fec·tion·ist n

1. somebody who demands perfection in all things, especially their own work

2. somebody who believes in the doctrine of perfectionism

per·fec·tion n

1. the quality of something that is as good or suitable as it can possibly be

2. the process of becoming or making something perfect; of reaching for

the highest attainable standard

“Some perfect examples for my life”

This morning I felt like I had to look up those words above.

The reason was that I had been feeling that “perfectionism” might be holding me back from “committing” to creating a CD of my music.

It was interesting for me to see where I fell in with this definition. I most definitely wanted my music to be as good as I good possibly make it!

Yes, then I am a perfectionist! But my “highest attainable standard” is to do the best that I am capable of – not to try to achieve something another singer could do (and probably a lot easier than it would be for me!).

With my rapid improvement over this year, I realize that I have no idea how far I could continue to improve. Currently, I am aware of what I am capable of vocally (or not), and I certainly realize I will never be a Streisand!

I’ve learned so many lessons as an illustrator. Doing my best was all I could ever do, and in some cases it wasn’t enough for certain clients. However, if I knew I “gave it my all” I was satisfied with myself!

I performed my most recent song at the open mic last week. As always, I liked to introduce myself and/or my songs with a very brief statement.

When I took a “performance workshop,” I was told never to talk about a song – it was better to “let the song tell the story.” However, it was important for me to share my revelation that my song held meaning for me beyond how I originally wrote it.

My introductions are usually “unscripted,” and I was surprised that I actually mentioned I was a bereaved parent and my song was “for my son that died.” As soon as I said that, I became apologetic and added the line, “It just happened!” That was my way of explaining unfortunate circumstances that changed my life – as it is for most tragedies that happen.

When I perform this song again, I plant to introduce it differently without adding such a “sad” association.

I like my songs to be relatable. This song was originally written about a young girl and her lover. Even though I could relate this to “my child that was gone,” anyone could also consider this song to be about their child that has grown up and is “now gone” in that way.

Before I recorded this song, I shared my lyrics with my friends. I have found the advice I’ve received back to be very helpful.

My newly, rediscovered friend, Carol, is a neurobiologist – and she had great insight. Here was what she suggested:

“About the refrain, but “it once held a living thing” is more accurate, biologically, than “it once was a living thing” and I think sounds less awkward.”

Because I was forgetful, I did revert to “once was a living thing” on my first chorus while performing my song. However, I remembered the second time! I will probably play this song again, because this was not my best performance.

George pointed out the three words in my song he disliked:

alabaster, wasteland, refuge

I decided to replace “wasteland” with “dune like.” I still haven’t adjusted to that change! I might change it back.

Lately, I haven’t felt like writing because I’ve been spending so much time reliving my life as I edit my blog back from the beginning. It has been very time-consuming!

I want all of my posts to be “meaningful,” so I’ve been deleting a lot of the ordinary, daily “drivel” (That means I’ll probably delete this post later on).

However, at the moment it is fun for me to share my passion!

When I recorded my song, Alabaster Seashell, with George this past Sunday – it was another one of those incredible experiences with a musical genius. He did not say anything negative to me about my vocal performance. George was crazy about my song.

His arrangement was exquisite as usual, and I was quite excited about it. I always share my song immediately with my childhood friend, Steve. He usually creates Protools “mixes” for me with different enhancements. It has been a lot of fun sharing with him.

He has spent a lot of his time helping me! I was anxious to hear what he thought about George’s arrangement of my newest song. Here was his message:

On Nov 29, 2010, Steve wrote:

I did listen to the new recording. The vocal performance didn’t sound very strong; maybe it’s just too high. Perhaps you could try to record it at home sometime using the Shure microphone and recording along with George’s arrangement and I could take that performance and put it together with George’s pro tools recording. Or if you have another appointment with George you could try it again. Thought the mix was a little muddy, wasn’t quite sure what was going on, I’d hear some guitar here and then something else covering it, and it would come up again. What did others think of it? (Not the ones who only say positive comments for every single song).

If you went to Kulak’s, hope that went well.

Take care, Steve

I did laugh at his line about “Not the ones who only say positive comments.” That would probably be his mother he was referring to!

Later on, I sent this message to my friends:

I think this performance at Kulaks is okay to share – however, I wish I didn’t make all those “clicking noises” with my finger pick! Glad I could share with my friends.

Judy

On Dec 1, 2010, Sam wrote:

I would never have even noticed them if you didn’t point them out…so funny how we can be so critical of our own performances…your eye contact with the audience was terrific..that I noticed…I don’t think you looked at the guitar once!

On Dec 1, 2010, Steve wrote:

There was a lot of clicking, which was almost better than just a little as it kinda added a rhythmic element to the sound, especially in one place where some people might have thought it was intentional. I did notice the eye contact was good.

When I went to my voice lesson this week, all of this was on my mind.

Clicking the blue links below play audio from my recent voice lessons with Peaches Chrenko:

#1 Voice Lesson with Peaches – 12/1/10

#2 Voice Lesson with Peaches – 12/1/10

#3 Voice Lesson with Peaches – 12/1/10

Regarding perfectionism, I’ve decided that it would be detrimental for me only if it led to “paralysis.”

That has not happened for me. Striving to do my best has actually allowed for me to improve in every area of my life. It is a process.

Is it achievable? That would be the question that might carry the negative connotation. It is not. That is why the process of improvement is something that I will continue for the rest of my life.

As a human, it is impossible to reach perfection; it is unattainable.

Perfectionism can fuel growth, or cause discouragement.

Up until this morning, I was apologetic and embarrassed by my perfectionism. However, I prefer to look at it in a positive way.

Now I truly understand what it’s about.

“Once UPUN a Time”

I will end this post with an exchange of puns that I enjoy. (Sam’s puns are in brown.)

As far as those clicking noises go, well, don’t fret about it!…Sam

Let’s not get started with guitar puns – (and by the way, I love ones that use fret in it!)

I know better than to challenge you to guitar puns…that’s a bridge I won’t cross!

You know you have to pick your battles. I’m really not that adverse to guitar puns. Of chorus, I’ve never had anyone to tell guitar puns to – so these are all new. You’re strumone I never dreamed I’d find.

Regarding the seagull noises added to “The Alabaster Seashell Song,” I know I won the last round with “Ugully.” Therefore, I’m definitely “out of tuna!”

We’re tune of a kind!  Sorry if these are any treble…don’t mean to be off bass!

Well Sam, if we’re tune of a kind – is that on a scale of one to ten? That’s a double pun – fish and music!

Of course, you did a double pun with bass!

Now this is getting weird. I’ve had a pun exchange with my “ex-boyfriend,” Sam. My old friend, Carol, who was once engaged to Sam is now joining in:

On Dec 3, 2010, Carol wrote:

Hey, Judy,

Re

garding your PUNishing exchange with Sam at the end of #215, I have to ask you–I know Sam is a good sounding board, but do really think it’s fair to string him along this way?

 

Ha, ha, couldn’t resist!!

XO, Carol

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