It just heals me. Or makes me sad. Or feel empowered. This song, although very pop, the lyrics just get me. It’s like they were written from my thoughts.
I find so much therapy in music. I love when a song just speaks to me. I struggled after Benny died to listen to the radio, it just made it hurt more. Now some 4+ years later I find it soothes me. There’s just something so poetic about putting emotion into music.
I love me a good U2 song to jam out to in the car with the windows down. There’s something so soothing about Bono’s voice, it’s like a balm for what ails you.
Their new song is just amazing. It reminds me how we got through our grief. It reminds me how we are able to get out of bed every morning. It reminds me that love can light the way. It certainly did for us. Grief is hard. Love was bigger.
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.
I’m not sure that I fully understand this expression? In any case, Parker turned me onto this song and the lyrics are spot on. It’s upbeat, but that’s ok. It’s my life.