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Lucky

Today, I sat with a woman whose husband died nine months ago.  This weekend is her first step into the life she once knew.  We sat together, she told me her story, I told her mine, and we shared the sweet companionship of women who have watched death swallow a person we love, women who know the sound of the last breath.  Together, we know how light a spirit makes a person; without it, he is a fallen oak tree.

Now I am studying in the hotel lobby, my books and notes spread about me, my pairs of glasses are scattered nearby for the reaching and assisting my complicated vision.  I do not study neatly.  (Add it to the list of things I don’t do neatly.)

The indescript Muzac is interrupted by the clarity of a love song Robb and I had claimed.I always loved the song; now the words do me in.  It’s really like a melody, just for me.

Do you hear me, I’m talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby, I’m trying.

Boy, I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea.
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard.

They don’t know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this.
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss.
I’ll wait for you, I promise you, I will.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we’re in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I’m sailing through the sea
To an island where we’ll meet
You’ll hear the music fill the air
I’ll put a flower in your hair.
Though the breezes through the trees
Move so pretty, you’re all I see.
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I’m lucky we’re in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Thanks for whispering your hello to me today, handsome man. You’re on my mind, too.

Tricia Lott Williford

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  1. The blessing in tragedy is that we can uplift someone else when they cross that same path.

    Beautiful song!

  2. :*( Music can be so bittersweet. Hugs and prayers to you!

  3. When our oldest daughter’s birth mother’s birthday was coming I went shopping. I wandered the isles of Macy’s for what seemed like forever trying to find the right gift. It was her first birthday since her sweet husband died four months prior due to a blood clot that moved to his heart. I found a clutch purse and was looking for something else. I saw a necklace with a tree silhouette made of silver with a small green stone. The logo for the adoption agency was the identical tree. ( families being grafted together to create its own living creation ) Right then the song Stephanie had played at Doug’s funeral began to play overhead. (thankfully not Muzak version.) The Script singing Man Who Can’t Be Moved was a gift to me to let me know that he was thankful that we were all taking care of his gal and she would love the gifts. I passed his love on to Steph and we cried.

  4. I love how creative God is when He gives us a gift like that.

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