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ALL MY LIFE NEVER PREPARED ME
There was another tape still left – it was from Jason’s funeral. When Jason died, the funeral was scheduled two days later. I wanted to say something, but decided it would be far too difficult to speak at my child’s funeral. Instead, I made a speech on a cassette, which was played to a hushed audience in a crowded chapel. Continue reading →
I’VE LIVED AMIDST BROKEN HEARTS
Although I am tired, I want to write about my lunch today seeing Lori and Allison. Both women looked absolutely wonderful; neither had changed at all – in fact all three of us looked radiant in comparison to those times where we carried the heavy load of grief. We all agreed that uncertainty made our lives precious indeed. We all talked about how keenly sensitive we were to other peoples’ tragedies, and how easy it was to absorb that pain. As we parted, we all agreed that it would not be another twelve years until we met again. Continue reading →
BEFORE ZOMBIELAND
Before I rediscovered music, and joy, I was in “Zombieland” for many years. Zombieland represented an existence for me of “no feeling.” There was little heartache or tears, and certainly no joy. My energy was completely extended into coping with whatever situation I was facing, and was about survival. I accepted that existence for a very, long time. There was a reason for that. Before Zombieland, it was much worse. Zombieland might have been a numbing existence, but before Zombieland it was agony!
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MORE THAN YOU KNOW – PART 1
After Jason died, I went back and rewrote the lyrics to change the meaning of the song for me. It was no accident that I wrote . . . “when the warmth of you did leave.” However, the loss of warmth can be about something other than death. I am keenly aware that I want my songs to be relatable to many people. Currently, there is still one line in the song that is not true for me. I say: “How could I have guessed that our time would be my best?” That simply isn’t true. Right now if the best time in my life.
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