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Like The Time Traveler’s Wife

Some days I don’t post.  Its because I’m gathering my thoughts.  Or more specifically, I’m untwinning them from each other.

Then I have to determine what I am going to share.  Is it share worthy?

I have thought I would never see Gpa again in this life.  Oh sure, I’ve got pictures and I’ve friends and family to reminisce with.

But it’s not the same.

Friday, a friend invited me to her house for lunch and video Bible study.  When I got there, her husband was there and the whole family was having a conference.  You do that especially when you have a teen or pre-teen.

I thought about leaving but he invited me in.  While my friend was getting the kids settled, the husband and I got to talking about music and he remembered that he had a clip of our first sing-a-long.

It’s only 45 seconds panning the group as Mark plays the accordion.  And there in the middle was Gpa!  What a nice surprise!

Just like the Time Traveler’s wife, I’ll never know when or what age I will see him again.


Just Like Gpa

But he isn’t.  Lillie asked if he had been influenced by Gpa or were the mannerisms, old man.

I think it is old man.  Though it was totally delightful spending the evening with him.

The band celebrated their first year anniversary with a sing a long and pot luck.  It was a very small group and that made it like a family reunion.

The singing made it special as I love music and who’d of thought when my first grade music teacher told my mom I’m tone deaf, that I’d be lead singer??!?!?!

He tried to give me his dessert.  It was a carmel candy log.  I knew he didn’t know what it was so I asked him.  I thought maybe he thought it was a cigar.  No, it was a hot dog.

I gave it to his daughter and she cut it up and passed it around so we could all enjoy it.

When he was given the sing a long sheet. He told me he thought I had written it about him and we’d still be friends after it was all over.

Then he said that all of our names were written down.  Oh, my. To me it’s another confirmation that this isn’t our home and we’ll be reunited one day.

Can You Practice a Sing a Long?

If you are singing a long how can it be practice?

Sometimes during Tuesday morning harvest, I’ll practice the music I plan to perform at the sing a longs.  Today was one of those days.

Gpa sang, “la la la”, a couple of times.

Then he wanted to go to the toilet.  While there I kept singing and one of the songs I sang was jingle bells.  I thought it was simple enough for him to follow along.

It wasn’t until we got back to the pavilion that he sang some words that I could understand.  It was a part of Jingle Bells, I hadn’t gotten too!

It is always great to me when we tap into some of Gpa’s memories.

Becky thinks that the horse back ride may have had something to do with Gpa’s interaction today.  She could be right.

Oh, and the girls tell me that they plan to get me on a horse when I’m 100. That may be the next time I do so.  We’ll see.


Returning to Five

When we are 5, before we go to school, we are all dancers, singers, artists, firemen, and astronauts.  Oh and a myriad of other things.  Whatever our hearts desire.  It is who we are, not what we do.  Then somewhere along the line, in life, we get defined by what others think those things are.  If they do not think we are good at dancing, singing, creating art, fighting fires, going to the moon, then we aren’t or can’t do those things.

And we believe them.  Oh, what a shame.

At juggling practice I tell the students (no matter what their age) that I have 2 rules.  1. to have fun, if you are not having fun, come see me and we’ll find something fun to do.  2. it’s OK to drop, if you drop, pick it up and try again.

Last night we had a potluck/sing-a-long at the church I attend. I didn’t tell the attendees the rules, even so, they had fun and they sang.  We are going to have these events every month.

Why? because I like to sing and so do others that I have met.  And if I can figure out how to add dancing, art, fighting fires, and journeys to the moon, we ‘ll do that too.  Also (as Gpa likes to say)

Oh and he enjoys it, too.  and that makes me happy as well.