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Saturday, March 21, 2009

When I Don't Have the Words To Say It...

There was a time during our relationship when Jim candidly told me one night that there were days he just couldn't listen to music because every song out there would be a reminder of something, someone, somewhere... especially country music.

Alan Jackson recently released a new album and the song, Sissy's Song, is on the radio EVERY. TIME. I. GET. IN. THE. CAR.

The story:


The song:




7 comments:

auggiedoggysmom said...

I think Mr. Waddles is trying to tell you something, and he's going to keep telling you until you believe it...

Tara Ann said...

Thanks Auggie. I strongly believe so too... only I'm not too worried about where he's ended up at - when you've got that big of a heart, there's not doubting you're going to ride up on the wings of the angels.

I'm more worried about trying to figure out how to live life down here without him while he's up beyond where we can see. I've spent nearly a third of my life with him in it in one capacity or another... it's like trying to learn how to ride a bicycle without my training wheels all over again.

Teddy said...

I heard this song for the first time driving to the cemetary to bury my Uncle.

It's a sign.

Branch said...

"I'm more worried about trying to figure out how to live life down here without him..."

And maybe that's what it means, "...don't worry 'bout me..." you're singing - first person.

Open your eyes, your heart, your mind, your soul - be a receptive host to the training wheels (support and guidance) that are there. Just cuz you can't see something or touch something, does not mean it is not there.

Giving Him and him the gift of your trust and faith helps His gifts and his gifts to be bestowed upon you...and who NOSE, maybe you're doing so helps him earn even more fancy pantsy wings!

Tara Ann said...

Thanks Branch :) I can't imagine him getting any fancier wings than the ones he had already obtained here... he was my angel first :)

Branch said...

There are things beyond a mortal's imagination that await you, Tara Ann. Things I felt for sure I knew or felt confident in conceptualizing, have been differently revealed and defined. And even with the grandeur of this, I know there is so much more to come.

Jim's glory had only begun here on earth.

In the lyrics of this song, Goodbye by Lionel Richie, there is a line that I mentally repeat; it's as important to me as the Serenity Prayer, and it is...

There's peace in where you are,
[that] maybe all I need to know...


You are so busy now, I pray for deliverance of justice and with it, your time of rest from these necessary, busy things.

Sending warmth and strength your way tonight, TA.

Tara Ann said...

Thanks B. I need all the extra strength I can get right now.