New meaning
February 26, 2014 in Lymphoma by Reta Reed
Jeff has been on my mind a lot the past few days, or should I say he has come to mind a lot. When I work from home I usually have music playing and have a favorite playlist. Some of those songs have taken on a different interpretation since Jeff’s passing. Those old break-up songs now sound like expressions of the pain/anger/emptiness/sadness/disbelief following the loss of a loved one – my loved one. It’s like almost every song is about Jeff and me at some point in our relationship. And songs about kids growing up really tug at my heart now.
And then I’ll switch to the angry heavy metal music but that tends to remind me of driving to or from Houston (MD Anderson) at some godforsaken hour and just trying to stay awake. Maybe I need to switch to classical music or 80s “bubble-gum” music. Maybe ocean sounds or rain…
I remember back years ago Jeff and I were going deer hunting, and he pulls out a cassette tape,( yes that’s how long ago), with a mix of favorites. He popped it in and “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” blared out of the speakers. I started laughing; though it was a joke. Nope, looked over and he’s jamming out. LOL.
I was talking with a friend at work yesterday. His mother-in-law has the “C” word. And I was sharing Jeff’s story. And my co-worker had been on AR-15.com and knew about the whole thing. He even remembered the opening chat statement. Small world….. Last weekend we went out to Lake Ray Hubbard to check out he water level at the boat ramp I use to use. It was very sad. The water was like 1/4 mile from ramp. So, we just tramped through the mud and looked for treasure. Emmie found a bunch oysters shells, but no pearls. LOL. Take Care…. James