One month ago today on May 21, I lost my Dad to a sudden heart attack. He was 79 years old. My parents married in 1953 as teenagers. I was born a few months later. They eventually had five more kids. Music was always in the house whether singing while my Mother played guitar, or the records were blasting—Mother’s Elvis records or Dad’s country music, or my Beatle albums. Dad would often dance my Mom around the kitchen floor. Two months ago, we threw a big 60th wedding anniversary party for them. Yes, they were together for 60 years!
My Father was a dairy farmer. The farm did not bring in enough income for his growing family, so he worked a day job as well while my Mom stayed home raising the kids while working on a college diploma. The hard work and perseverance paid off financially. My Father retired from farming 15 years ago but continued to help other farmers and was active in many organizations around town. He had heart issues through the years, but remained active up until the morning of his death. He was washing the breakfast dishes.
My siblings and I did not totally realize what an impact he had on the town until the calling hours. For two hours there was a steady stream of family, friends, and neighbors who shook our hands and paid their respect. Grown men were in tears. The following day at the funeral, my sisters and I sang a hymn together. My son, his grandson, sang an original entitled “Goodbye”. And my Mom insisted on playing the CD track of Hank William’s song “Beyond the Sunset”. My Dad was a fan of Hank Williams’ music.
The White Peace Lily
Almost five years ago, my husband’s Mom passed away and a lovely plant was delivered from his employer. The blossoms died off but the greens flourished as they were faithfully watered. In 4 ½ years nothing ever bloomed again until the morning of my Dad’s passing. Suddenly a white peace lily bloomed. I don’t believe in “woo-woo” things, but I have to think twice on this one. My Dad and I had many an argument and were on opposite ends of many issues. I’d like to think that the lily is a peace offering from beyond. I guess it gives me comfort. So when I pass by the lily, I say hello to my Dad. As you can imagine, it has been a difficult time for my family. My work came to a standstill. But I am healing and slowly getting back in the groove.
Stay tuned for news from Bluebird Promotions and Malletts Bay Records. In the meantime, let the music play.
Happy First Day of Summer.
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