Listen in on your radio today, Friday, July 1 at 9:00 am and again at 11:00 pm for a Dream CD in memory of Aaron Meyer. You can catch the station from anywhere by logging on to www.1055triplem.com and downloading the free streaming.
As I'm writing this, the song Here Comes the Sun, came on the station. (I'm streaming on-line, cool) "It seems like years since it's been here...it's all right. I feel the ice is slowly melting...I say, it's all right. Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun, it's all right." Hmm, next song is New Radicals, You Get What You Give. "Don't give up, you got a reason to live... this world is gonna pull through, can't for-get, we only get what we give...follow your heart...Don't let go, you only get what you give."
Lots of work was done this week by our family, for our growth. Patrick retrieved Aaron's guitar from a wonderful friend of AJ's who was finishing some detailed art work. The project, by Liz, began months ago with a fabulous pencil sketch. Aaron would say to me "Dad, put the guitar down, you're going to smudge it...and you don't know what you're doing." Fine art can't be rushed anymore than a barbeq'd briskett, and someday she'll finish. Until then, PT is going to pick up where his big brother left off.
We had not seen the guitar since before Aaron died. To see the guitar which had become an appendage, was emotional. To hear it's sound again was pleasing. We won't see Aaron's long fingers working the strings, but we will hear the music courtesy of PT.
Thursday morning, a wise young man named Dave came over to spend some time with Patrick and the guitar. Dave is 19 or 20 and he's lived a life not all that different from Aaron. Dave coached Patrick on some simple pointers to get started with making music as opposed to the noise I perfected. By the afternoon, Patrick had sore finger tips and the guitar was singing in the hands of it's new owner.
Our 13 year old English Setter, Molly, could often be found sitting by Aaron while he played the guitar. Today, I looked up at the deck to see Molly sitting tight to Patrick as he played. "A boy and his dog" is a phrase I would often say to the boys when I'd walk up and see them with Molly. It's a scene we love around here. Molly is clearly missing "that big boy" and I wonder if she felt Aaron's presence in the sound of the guitar. Their senses are so finely tuned that you know they pick up on every emotion, sound, smell, etc. Of course they know.
Hope you can listen in this morning or tonight. For those of you in other time zones...Madison, WI is Central time.
"In the arms of the angels, fly away from here...climb from the wreckage of your silent revere...in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here...all this sadness brings me to my knees, in the arms of the angels may you find some comfort here. Here in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here. Sara McGlocklin (sorry about the phonetic spelling, Sara)
Tomorrow I will visit my sister and her family at The Angel Inn, www.AngelInns.com in Green Lake, WI. A good place for peace and serenity.
Peace and Serenity to you
Tom
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