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SOMEONE TO LOVE YOU – PART 1

Posted on November 18, 2015 by Judy

Judy Smiling 3

This is such an old picture taken from a home movie. I love the way my mother is looking at me!

Link to Song page with Performance, links and recordings for SOMEONE TO LOVE YOU

In 2010, when I began writing this blog, I wrote almost daily to share about my life. My filters were gone and I shared more information about my children than they wanted me to. (I went back and deleted a lot.) Perhaps it was because at that time I really didn’t have much of my own life to share. That has changed.

For the last 30 years, I spent my life trying to please my husband (now ex-husband), my parents and my children. I’m encouraging my adult children (who still depend on me) to make their own choices and please themselves.

Today I realize that I am truly on my own!

Carry you home

This has been an emotional and vulnerable time in my life. I am slowly moving through the grief over the death of my parents and my divorce after a long marriage. My eye issues have challenged me more than I can even write here.

Sometimes, I find myself reliving many parts of this beautiful journey I’ve been on for over five years now. Many special people who were with me when I started are not there anymore. Some of them left suddenly, others have died and many have drifted away.

As you travel

I think this is actually a pivotal moment in my journey. I am ready for a new direction, in my life and with my music. There are endless possibilities of what I could do.

I admit that I was disappointed when my five-year relationship with my arranger suddenly ended, but before I could sink into sadness, a beautiful song began to play for me.

Music is my blessing because it heals me and sparks my faith.

I was in no hurry to write lyrics for it. For two weeks, I really savored the beautiful chords that magically appeared on my guitar and enjoyed singing a “la la” melody. I knew I’d hear the lyrics when I was ready for them.

In the meantime, I wondered what my song would be about.

I tried to feel the music. I only write lyrics that apply to my own life. What were my current emotions? Would my song be related to independence? Would it be about courage, loneliness or struggles?

No – it could be none of those things. The music was so sweet and almost like a lullaby.

It was definitely a love song.

Now, how could I possibly write a love song? The last time I was romantically in love, I was 21. I wasn’t going to go there.

My love song became one written to my children!

All of my songs are about my deepest and most honest feelings. The words began to spill out . . .

I cried with one of the most heartfelt lines. It was:

“I want someone to love you, the way that I do.”

My love for my three living children is indescribable and aside from wishing them happiness – I want them to experience love. My two sons (19 and 25) live with me. I’m also very close to my 22-year-old daughter who lives nearby and hangs out with me frequently.

And I know that this was what my parents wanted for me, which also makes me cry.

Kulak's open mic

SOMEONE TO LOVE YOU

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My child, I have a wish

for all of your life

someone to love you

the way that I do

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You are filled with dreams

endless possibilities

don’t hurry, take it slow

you’ll learn and you’ll grow

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As you travel to places you’ve never been

keep on exploring, enjoy every day

I’ll pray that you’re safe while you fly away

When you’re older, the child inside you is there

you will discover wherever you roam

love will be in your heart

and carry you home

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I look at your sweet smile

and innocent face

passion is all you need

you will succeed

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As you travel to places you’ve never been

keep on exploring, enjoy every day

I’ll pray that you’re safe while you fly away

When you’re older, the child inside you is there

you will discover wherever you roam

love will be in your heart

and carry you home

–

I want someone to love you

the way that I do

–

The infant below is Jason, who died in 1992. I treasure all of my children.

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DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING

Posted on November 15, 2015 by Judy

Below is a home recording that I would love to share:

Links to lyrics and more about this song:

Story behind BESIDE ME ALWAYS-PART 1

I created this calligraphy back in college. I revised the lyrics to my song years later, after my son died.

My post title is a lyric line from my song “Beside Me Always.” I haven’t posted much about my personal life for a few months. To be honest, I’ve felt detached and a little unsure about my journey. Unfortunately, coping with dry eyes continues to take away a lot of my energy.

I became very busy editing clips of my songs in order to submit them to a music library. My assistant attended a huge music conference last weekend and there was a lot of preparation involved. I designed a new business card, updated and printed a short bio and ordered 400 promotional CD’s for her to distribute.

This is the front of my new “music” business card.

Below is my updated bio:

I have been a commercial illustrator since 1981. Many of my paintings can be seen on these products: Del Monte Pickle products, Beechnut baby-food and Tillamook yogurt and ice cream treats.

For thirty years, I focused upon my art career and my family. I gave up songwriting and playing guitar; I had been a classical guitarist in college. In 2010, I began playing my guitar again started to write about my life. I became a passionate songwriter and am following my dream.

My songs truly comprise a musical of my life. After rediscovering the songs I composed as a young girl, I began writing new songs to help me cope with the challenges in my life. My music brought me joy and soon my entire life was transformed. I found an arranger for my songs and recorded all of them. Eventually, I plan to release an audio book about my story.

Many of my songs are dedicated to my son, Jason, who died in 1992. I hope to heal others with my music, because music certainly has healed me.

I enjoyed creating these logo ideas above using a photograph of my beloved Lowden guitar.

At this time, I am no longer creating elaborate arrangements for my songs. For the last five years, I worked with a man named George.

Now, I’m on my own.

My last song composition arranged by George was named “It’s Not Forever.” As much as I loved that arrangement, the acoustic recording became very touching and helped push me into doing more recordings singing with my guitar.

It’s ironic how that title spoke volumes. It can be so easy to think that nothing will change in life, but in an instant, things certainly can.

Since I live through my lyrics, I see myself going out a door and into a new place. I have many choices and have started peeking into different doors to see where I want to go.

There are many things I am grateful for. One thing is that I can rely on myself. My guitar is always nearby and simply playing and singing is one of the most healing things for me.

My journey is all about sharing and touching others, so I’ve decided to just go with that for now.

I have gotten tired of searching for places to record and trying to fit into the engineer’s schedule. I learned that a great recording set-up with a lousy performance is useless for me. So instead, I’ve decided to do mediocre recordings with a sweet vibe because – well it’s just fun for me to do that.

My post began with an acoustic version of one of my earliest songs “Beside Me Always.” I recorded it in my bedroom. I want to include it in my soon to be released audiobook, which carries that title.

The lyric line of “not sure where I’m going” seemed like a perfect title for this post – at first. But the truth is that I do know where I’m going. I was given a magical new song last week to help me. Thank you, God.

Just for fun I’ll share a home recording of my new song just the way it unfolded. No lyrics yet – just chords and a melody.

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IT’S NOT FOREVER – PART 3

Posted on November 1, 2015 by Judy

Pine forests and dramatic skies – are very inspiring for me.

Links to Part 1 and Part 2 of this story:

IT’S NOT FOREVER-PART 1

IT’S NOT FOREVER-PART 2

Below are recent recordings of my song:

To be honest, I did not expect to write a “Part 3” about this song. But just last week, I received an amazing message that I really wanted to share with this story.

I wrote my song “It’s Not Forever” as a way to offer hopefulness – not only to other people, but also for myself. I dedicated it to a certain woman named Sammi. With the words of, “You say your pain will always be there,” I am speaking to her.

On my last post, I completely accepted Sammi’s disagreement with my lyric line of “It’s Not Forever.” She told me that her grief was forever and her pain was never going to change. I understood because I felt exactly that same way for a very long time.

I have shared many exchanges with Sammi on this blog since we first connected on an Internet grief forum three years ago; I have never met her. From the very beginning, I found her writing to be powerful and believed that our exchanges were very touching. Sammi told me that I was free to share any of our correspondence on my blog.

A few weeks ago, I wanted to let her know that I had just posted a song and story dedicated to her. I sent her a message.

A week went by and I didn’t hear from her.

Finally, I saw she posted a message on her Facebook grief page named “The Indescribable Journey.” (Her words are in brown and mine black):

Been MIA for a week or so. Had emergency surgery and just got out of the hospital a few days ago. I think I’m related to Job.

I’m so sorry, Sammi. I read your words above and at first I thought it was related to your JOB! Honestly, I know you’ve been working very hard but I’m hoping you are better soon. Please let me know how you are doing.

I share this photo of a large scar on my right arm from 4 years ago when I was burned carrying breakfast on a tray to my former husband. (The hot tea spilled.) My scar is sometimes a painful reminder of my former life, but it also is a beautiful example of healing for me.

I received this scar on my right arm 4 years ago. I was burned carrying breakfast on a tray to my former husband (the hot tea spilled). My scar is sometimes a painful reminder of my former life, but it also is a beautiful example of healing for me.

Another week went by. I was anxious to hear how Sammi was doing and relieved when she finally shared more about her ordeal. But I was completely surprised and shocked by what she wrote.

Sammi is a real person and has suffered from horrible grief in her life. First, she lost her mother when she was 18 and that changed the course of her life. But when her 36-year-old son, AJ died suddenly 3 years ago – the impact that had on her life was indescribable.

I was once told that the agony over losing a child didn’t begin to subside for at least seven years. That ended up being true for me personally.

I share now Sammi’s touching words that she wrote just last week after she came close to death:

I had emergency surgery two weeks ago, something else I didn’t ask for in my life. I had a perforated bowel, so the decision was taken out of my hands. I thought this was just another trial for me to get through, but I was mistaken.

What awaited me after I woke up was wholly unexpected and a gift. I woke up feeling lighter, like I hadn’t felt in three years. I woke up feeling settled, not as angry. I think I had an epiphany. I don’t remember anything from the time I went out before my surgery until I woke up in my room. Nothing. Blank. I just know I felt different.

I discussed this with a few people and one nurse asked me, “How do you know you didn’t have a conversation with your son or with your mother? How do you know you weren’t visited by someone and just are not allowed to remember?” That was a very interesting statement. My sister-in-law said, “Maybe you just realized that you weren’t ready to go yet, you weren’t finished here?”

My best friend told me she prayed daily to AJ to help me get through this intact. She told me she was so afraid I would never come back. When talking with her and with my brother they both said, “You sound different. You sound like you. You’re back!”

I will believe them because I feel that way. I think maybe I saw AJ and my parents and they all gave me a collective boot in the ass and told me to get on with life. The pain of losing my beautiful, smiling boy is still there. The hole in my soul is still there. The sense of loss and a life cut short is still there, but it seems to hover around me until I let it in.

I will decide if it is a strong day or a weak day for me. I will decide to stand tall or crumble.

Grief, my ever-lurking stalker, will be let in by me from now on. I will no longer allow myself to be its victim. I will fight back for my right to exist without constant sorrow.

I think I now have an army behind me on this indescribable journey.

Oh, Sammi, all I can say is, “Wow!” Did you ever believe that was possible? That is exactly the way I’ve described my own personal journey toward healing. The memories of pain and the ache can always be ignited, but feeling lighter about life is such a gift. Perhaps in your dreams, bits and pieces will be revealed to you over time. I am so happy for you, Sammi. And relieved that you are okay! Sending love and a big hug.

No, Judy. I did not believe it was possible. Ever. I don’t know if I will ever know what happened, but I accept it as a gift. Yes, I can jump back down into that darkness again. The way is open. There are no roadblocks. I won’t though. I want to move forward. Now I actually want it.

My mouth is hanging down – this is more than unbelievable. The day you were in surgery, I posted a song and story dedicated to you. I shared your message of how you were certain your grief was forever. It really is in a way; grief changes us. But the ugliness can turn into something beautiful.

How can that be? In your case, I feel a kinship. I know something you do not realize. What you actually want is to be in the light to inspire and help others, which you most certainly will.

I am coming along slowly. I have read my reports and have learned how scary the whole thing really was. I don’t think I have truly comprehended the touch and go situation I was in, but I am starting to. I got part of my staples and sutures removed yesterday and that was a relief, two more weeks and I see the surgeon again and have the others removed. I am always tired and very antsy when I’m up. Nothing worse than an RN for a patient; I am feeling better though.

Not to burst your bubble but “the light” is the last choice I would make. I don’t like the “center of attention spot.”

Actually, light can be interpreted many ways. I didn’t mean spotlight. I meant that you managed to just get the hell out of that dark place you were in. I see my son as my light. You were in AJ’s light (and your mom and dad’s).

Helping others is: sharing how you managed to survive, as well as to embrace life again.

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IT’S NOT FOREVER – PART 2

Posted on October 22, 2015 by Judy

IT’S NOT FOREVER

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You say your pain will always be there

and every day is a nightmare

I remember so well, living with that kind of hell

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It’s not forever

It feels like it’s never going to change

I once felt that way

Today I can see; hope carried me

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After he left, your world was shattered;

he was all that mattered

When life seems unreal,

it’s hard to imagine you could heal

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It’s not forever

It feels like it’s never going to change

Time could not sever my love

Today I see; love carried me

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A long time ago I felt hopeless,

but I know–

it’s not forever

It feels like it’s never going to change

Time could not sever my love

Today I see, you carried

me . . .

–

Click the blue links below to hear recordings of my song:

Other parts to this story can be found here:

IT’S NOT FOREVER-PART 1

IT’S NOT FOREVER-PART 3

It was only a month ago when I wrote out the chords for “It’s Not Forever.” Like many of my songs, the music came to me first. I was certain the words would appear when I was ready; it was a gift to me when they did.

This watercolor painting of mine was used for a memorial plaque I created for Jason. It hung in the hallway where he attended preschool. Autumn triggers many feelings for me.

This watercolor painting of mine was used on a memorial plaque I created for Jason. It hung in the hallway where he attended preschool. Autumn triggers many feelings for me.

For over three years, I’ve corresponded with a woman named Sammi. She inspired my lyrics for “It’s Not Forever.”

From the time I first read Sammi’s words on an Internet grief forum, I was extremely moved by her raw and achingly honest expression of grief. Sammi’s world was shattered when her son AJ died. (To read some of our exchanges, simply type her name into the search box on the right side of the blog homepage.)

When lyrics eventually poured forth from me, at first I wasn’t sure about whether they worked. I have written many songs related to grief and find it difficult to soften my lyrics when expressing those feelings.

After some mild indecision, I did not remove the word “hell” from my song.

I had also felt the same way when I wrote my song “Wonder Why.” Words like “torture and madness” weren’t beautiful ones. But in that song, they helped me to express my feelings while posing a question to God about needless suffering.

I decided to ask my friend Sammi for her opinion; after all, she was my inspiration for this song. Below is our exchange after I shared an acoustic version of my song in progress: (A similar acoustic recording can be heard on Part 1).

Dear Sammi,

I have really changed my thinking related to grief and healing. I don’t want to preach anymore about certainty of healing. I’d rather just offer my own experience in order to provide hopefulness. I believe my eye problems have given me a lot more compassion. I often am so miserable that it’s hard for me to be hopeful that it will get better. My song gives me hope!

But even though I am sharing my own experience with this song, I am still speaking to someone. The person in my mind is you.

My song is in its first stages. I sang it into a digital recorder today and want to share it with you. I’m a little uncertain about using the word “hell” in one of my songs and would love your feedback.

Thanks for letting me share. Always hoping you‘ll have better days.

Hi Judy,

I read your song’s lyrics and they clearly state true feelings of those who have lost a loved one. They are perfect and I wouldn’t change it no matter how dark it may seem. Your subject matter alone is dark.

We are at different stages in our grief journey but I don’t agree with the “it’s not forever” phrase. It is forever; it becomes muted over time. I have found with the loss of my Mother that I can bring that pain back in a heartbeat . . . it is there forever . . . it just recedes. It takes many years. You have already reached that place. I don’t mean to criticize, sorry, I just think the word ‘forever’ should be qualified.

Can’t believe I stick in your head like that Judy. Some people would take that as a punishment.

Oh Sammi, thank you so much for taking the time to listen and write; I really appreciate what you wrote.

My song is still evolving for me and I value your insight about “forever.” I do like the title, but it’s a paradox. I say, “Time cannot sever my love.” So love is forever for me.

I think the part I wanted to convey is that the “hell” isn’t forever. That was it.

I certainly don’t see what you are saying as criticism. One decision I made was to end each chorus with a different word as follows: 1. Hope carried me 2. Love carried me 3. You carried me. I really like that progression.

Oh, yes, Sammi – you stick in my head. It is not punishment. You are a beautiful woman carrying a lifetime of sorrow. I wish you peace.

My son’s death certificate shows he never married and never worked. He was only 5 years old. So many things he never was able to do. But he was real and he did live for five years. His presence and his absence changed my life.

My son’s death certificate shows he never married and never worked. Because he died at age five, there were so many things he never was able to do. But he was real and he did live for five years. His presence and his absence changed my life. (Clicking on this makes it larger)

Not long after this exchange, Sammi wrote a touching post on our grief forum. I share an excerpt below. Despite her heartache, I can feel some hopefulness in her words.

On Aug 27, 2015, Sammi wrote:

Three years. I have been on this pothole marred road for three years. I have made this journey with help from those that have gone before me and I have been accompanied by my stalker grief.

I am amazed that I am still standing, that I still breathe, that I still look forward. Turning around and looking back I see the black sky, the angry grey clouds, the pouring rain and those souls that have fallen into the myriad of holes that need to be navigated. I won’t lie. I have fallen into many of those holes and have needed to pull myself out or be helped out. Many times I wanted to let go of the edge and just let myself be pulled down into the darkness. It welcomes you; it offers you an end to your endless pain. It promises you peace.

I am always tempted, but I trudge on. Looking forward I notice that the sky, though still black, seems lighter, the clouds, though still angry, are breaking apart, the potholes, though still numerous, have more room between them. I now find myself reaching into those potholes of despair and helping others out. I now look back to make sure those that need it have help.

My road now has off-ramps, not many but they are there. I can now pull off at times for some respite from the constant pain. My stalker, grief, does not like this and tries to knock me back to where I was. It has no rules and is ruthless in its attempts but I put my head down, gather the strength I have accrued over the three years and continue moving ahead.

At times, I have wanted to ask for medication to numb myself to the world around me, but I haven’t . . . at times I have wanted to drink myself into a stupor, but I haven’t . . . I have made it this far with no chemical or liquid help. When all is said and done, you have to do it on your own.

It doesn’t go away. So, three years in and here I am, still missing my beautiful boy, still aching to see and hear him, still wanting to wrap my arms around him and breathe him in, still amazed that a human being can still stand while experiencing such excruciating pain every day, still being amazed by who has stood by and helped me and who has fallen by the wayside.

I am determined to move forward to help others who need it and to find what it is I am supposed to do with what I have learned.

Ending my song with “being carried” is such a beautiful concept for me. Who is carrying me? Just imagining that is uplifting and I have many interpretations for those words.

Like Sammi, a long time ago I was certain I would grieve forever.

I end this post with some of the words I wrote as the lyrics unfolded for this song.