Today we're doing something special for Music Mantra. We are dedicating today's post to my mother.
It would have been my mother's birthday today. She and I may not have always gotten along, or knew how to bond, for many reasons, but we shared a love for music. She was the one who instilled my love for the Beatles. I think I knew every word to every song before I was in my double digits.
Her favorite was George and she told me that her favorite song was, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". To this day, I have mixed emotions whenever I listen to this song.
I chose this version because not only did Eric Clapton do an amazing performance, George's son, Dhanni, is playing guitar right beside Eric. I thought my mom would appreciate that, since she always loved when she and her kids listened to, and played, music together.
When my mom passed away, I was two provinces away, newly pregnant and had a special needs toddler I had just started taking in for assessments, so I was unable to attend her funeral. To be honest, I'm not sure I would have had the strength to go even without all the other things that had been going on at the time. But I did write a letter that I had requested to be read in my absence:
|Happy Birthday mom.|
I'm sorry I can't physically be here - I know you understand why. There are many things I could say to you, but I really wanted to share what I'm most grateful to you for.
I think what I value the most is your appreciation and talent for art and music. All four of your kids have varying degrees of your talents: artwork, singing, playing instruments and writing. I remember being frustrated and angry at having to get up early to practice piano or go to choir practices, but they are some of my fondest memories and greatest treasures.
I don't just 'hear' music, I feel it and it touches my soul. I don't just sing a song, I put passion into the music and words so, perhaps, it can touch others in the same way. I don't just 'jot words down on paper', I write in such a way that my readers relate my words to their own experiences.
You gave me these gifts, Mom, and for that I am eternally grateful to you. Your talent, and appreciation, for the arts and music will live on in us kids. And you have to know, it's also been passed on to your grandchildren. When I see them move and wiggle to music, , when I see them singing songs with so much happiness, when they draw pictures far beyond what they should be able to, I think of you.
Thank you: for deciding to give me life, for loving me even though love was difficult for you, and for trying the best of your ability. I hope you've finally found peace where you are.
This is for you, Mom. Say 'Hi' to him for me.