Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Journal Day #2 - On A Song

We all have songs that really mean something to us. Often just hearing it can take us right back to that place and we are able to re-experience the memory associated with the song. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but either way music has the ability to really draw things out of us and evoke deep emotion. Choose a song that has a particular meaning to you. Tell the story of the memory associated with the song, sharing as much detail as you can. Take us there; let us experience it with you. From Sometimes Sweet

No matter how old I was or what I was going through, whether bored, sad or mad, his voice would take me from my negative mood and remind me that everything was going to be okay. I think he just knew. He knew when to sing, he knew when I needed it, even in silly times, the song that was ours would always just be another joy that was brought into my day. And even though this particular song I am sure has wonderful meaning for my siblings as well, when my father sung it, it felt like it was mine. And I have kept it close to my heart ever since.

I can still remember a night so clear. We were driving home from a night that in the beginning held such promise had turned ugly. It was the day that my thirteen year old self was told that I was ugly by my life long (because at that age, everything seems long and everything takes forever) crush. I was devastated. He was mean. He laughed and he walked away. The world as I knew it was ending for me. I couldn't think straight. I didn't participate in the evening events as I normally would have. I was kind of numb.

We were driving home. A long ride home is usually the perfect opportunity to really dwell on sad situations. My siblings were roughhousing in the back seat, my father driving and I was quiet. Thinking, reflecting, wondering.

I don't know if my dad knew what happened to me that night, I don't know if my sister told him. But all of a sudden, my quiet thoughts were interrupted by his perfect melodic voice. Just like he knew that I need a song. This song. Our song.

Puff the Magic Dragon. I know, its not the happiest of all songs. But its beautiful. Filled with life, dreams and reality. I grew up listening to this song, and even though it ends sad, it became wonderful to me. My father sang it all the time and on that particular night, after a horrible encounter, I knew I was going to be okay. Yes I still hurt, but I knew that one day this wouldn't hurt so bad, because just like Jackie Paper, I knew that I too would grow up.

Puff the Magic Dragon became my song. And it takes me back, not to remember the rough part of the night, no, but that things are okay and will be alright. That I am loved even when the world tries to tell me otherwise. When I have bad days, it is the song I listen to. When I am feeling homesick, it is the song I listen to. And its all because of my father who has filled my world with his beautiful voice and who has shown me beautiful music. Because of you, this song makes me smile. Because of you, this song is a gift to me every time I hear it. So thank you.

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