texasgirl
MVP
My daughter was looking at a box of pictures, old cards, and other things and had it spread out on the dining table. She was out, and I started to straighten things up, and saw that she had the newspapers that had the story of her father's suicide and his obituary out. I reread them myself (interesting that the paper is now getting aged....) and it seems so surreal, but like yesterday when it happened. I was listening the other day to Emmy Lou Harris' album, "Wrecking Ball", where she sings a Lucinda Williams song, "Sweet Old World", written to her brother who committed suicide, a song that I think is so good that it is hard to take:
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone loved you
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
I spend my life each day, even if just for a minute, worried about whether one of my kids will commit suicide. I am hypervigilant to signs of depression, sadness, hopelessness in each of them. It was all so hard for them, especially walking them up to see him at his funeral. That memory is so hard to erase but we go on trying to be happy. It's the middle of yet another sleepless night where the truth hits hard. And wondering what my daughter thinks about when she reads the details in the paper about her father. A mother wants to take the pain away from her kids. It's my role. But I can't. So I just fold it away and put it back in the box.
Sorry for such a long post.
TG
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone loved you
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
I spend my life each day, even if just for a minute, worried about whether one of my kids will commit suicide. I am hypervigilant to signs of depression, sadness, hopelessness in each of them. It was all so hard for them, especially walking them up to see him at his funeral. That memory is so hard to erase but we go on trying to be happy. It's the middle of yet another sleepless night where the truth hits hard. And wondering what my daughter thinks about when she reads the details in the paper about her father. A mother wants to take the pain away from her kids. It's my role. But I can't. So I just fold it away and put it back in the box.
Sorry for such a long post.
TG