What You Shouldn’t Say

A blog that I read that is normally snarky has been sharing the grief articles en masse this week.  Here’s another one that I’ve already written about, but bears reminding.

What a Grieving Parent Doesn’t Want to Hear

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Fletch’s Song

When I was dropping Fletch off to daycare one day with Sandy, she and her niece were talking about the songs that they sing to their little ones.  I hadn’t really given much thought to what I sang to the kids until that moment.  And I realized that without planning it, they each had their own little diddy that I would sing them to sleep with.

Parker always sang Yellow Submarine.  To all of the kids.  I don’t know why, it was just his sleep song for them.  Now it’s one of those annoying ones that gets stuck in my head because I’ve heard it so often over the last 9 years.

So Fletch’s song was completely accidental.  Just something that I started to sing because I heard it.  It’s actually a love song, but can be completely interpreted to our situation.  When I looked at the lyrics and it couldn’t be a more appropriate song for this little guy.

1,000 Years

 

Darcy’s Song

I was thinking the other day about how many songs I was able to relate to Benny and his life and death.  It really got me thinking.  Does Darcy have a song?  Is there something that stands out in my mind?  Was there something that I used to sing to her.

This question plagued me for days.  And then the other day ‘her song’ came on the radio.  We were in the kitchen making dinner and I looked at her and said, ‘This!  This is your song!  This is what I used to sing to you when I put you to sleep!’  How could I ever forget??  Such an appropriate song if you know my daughter too!

I Hope You Dance