I've no idea why my mind has gone here,
but I almost feel like I can't say another word until I do.
So... this is for me, you, whoever
is in need of reading this today.
I don't know what sort of music or other things really helped my Grandma to cope through the craziness of life, but I do know that later on in years The Rose by Bette Midler was one of her favorite songs.
This has also become one of my favorites, almost for as long as I can remember. I recall being surprised that Grandma loved this song - probably because of it's origin.
It has meant many different things to me over the years; as I'm sure it did for Grandma. Though I feel comfort and peace from it, it also manages to always make me cry... a healing cry.
This song makes me think of:
- my military husband and other military families
- specific people from years gone by
- big failures that turned out to be a good thing in the long run
- continually overcoming living a life of fear
- hard fought and won battles
- bittersweet victories
Mostly I find a great deal of hope in the fact that when all is said and done, Spring comes and so does growth, life, and Mother Earth's energy in full bloom.