“I Second That Emotion” is a 1967 song written bySmokey RobinsonandAl Cleveland. It is basically a love song. So my apologies to the songwriters for using the title in this post.
The thought that came to my mind for the purpose of writing this post is that an emotion is unique to the individual and is manifested in the moment. Can anyone really claim to “second any emotion”? Emotions have some common ground; true. Everyone has feelings but those feelings can be so unique and individualized that sometimes it is difficult to understand what others are truly going through and are feeling.
We hope to be mindful of others and be present for a person who is grieving or experiencing a traumatizing event in their lives. But, how do we do this to truly “second the emotion”?
For the past few years trying to practice mindfulness and praying for miracle healing have been my priorities. I lost my son last October and it has been a devastating journey for me and the entire family. However, I made up my mind just yesterday that something positive must be derived from this very sad journey. He was my only son and nothing will ever replace him. I have two grandsons who are and will be his legacy; but even though it might sound weird for a grandmother to say, they will not replace my son. I love them dearly and see a lot of my son in them but they are not him.
I have decided to dedicate the rest of my time on this earth to creating a new mindset, a new life’s purpose, and making my son’s memory noteworthy.
It is difficult to get into the holiday spirit when the loss of a love one hurts so much. But I decided to try harder for the sake of my grandchildren and others in the family. A few years ago I recorded The Night Before Christmas for my students and two of my grandchildren at the time. Now there are four grandchildren and in-laws who now have young children. So this is dedicated to them.
I want to take this opportunity to wish my followers and readers on WordPress, Instagram and and other platforms best wishes during the holidays and a very healthy and prosperous New Year! 2021 was tough for many of us with the pandemic and other problems as a result of the COVID crisis. So I pray that 2022 brings all of us good health, peace of mind and many blessings. Thanks for your continued support.
“Monahan wrote “Drops of Jupiter” soon after his mom had passed away following a battle with cancer. In the song, he imagines that after dying his mom’s spirit could go anywhere, and so a person would be likely to go explore the universe. … Thus, his mother returned to visit him with “drops of Jupiter” in her hair.”
I recently found out that “Drops Of Jupiter” was one of my late son’s favorite songs. I had heard before even when he lived with us. I know he listened to it. But I never paid attention to the lyrics. Well I have listened to it many times in the last few days. His friend told me that my son thought the lyrics were beautiful, poetry. You would think I would have listened closer back then. So I want to share the video with the lyrics.
It has now been two months since the passing of my son. It is getting a little bit easier to tolerate the hurt but still hard to accept the reality of his passing. David Walden on Instagram writes very soothing posts. He reads poetry and talks about life in general. His poignant style of speaking helps me a lot. He is the son of a friend of my daughter and when he found out about our loss he posted a message that warmed my heart.
It is with enormous pleasure that I introduce to you his musical album which can be found on all the streaming media sources. Please check it out. I promise you will enjoy every minute.
I want to thank him from the bottom of my heart. He doesn’t realize how much his words have touched my very soul.
It has been now 28 days since my son’s passing. I find myself searching for peace of mind. Mourning is very complicated especially when you are mourning the death of a son. I know deep in my heart that he has finally found peace and that comforts me. I know he is no longer in physical pain.
I have often said that Poetry is life; Life is Poetry. I find myself digging up poems I had written about and to my children. I spend hours looking through old photographs that can be translated into poems. I search for peace within the collections of poetry that gave me comfort and peace of mind; poetry that inspired me to write my own poems.
I came across some poetry and thoughts by Khalil Gibran – Lebanese Poet and Philosopher. Please listen to A Tear and a Smile. I hope this brings peace to those of you who may need peace of mind right now.
I have not posted any new poems lately. We were away with our son who became very ill. He is now in the heaven he believed in so much. We miss him so much. The poem below is dedicated to him. It is the first full poem that I have been able to sit and write since he passed away. I often wrote poems for my children but never read the poems to them. I do not know why. But I hope that he hears me reading this one. I want all of you to know not to make that mistake; I mean to wait to say anything loving and meaningful to your loved one especially your children. Thanks for your continued support.
I return to writing my poems with deep sadness in my heart
I never dreamed we’d be this very far apart;
Unable to see you anymore
and hold you close like I did before.
As destiny would have it
we lived a distance from each other;
but not as far away as now.
I would have liked for you to live closer
but life took you elsewhere to fulfill your dreams.
and to find your life’s purpose.
Losing one of my children was always one of my greatest fears
a parent should be the one to go firstt
and children should be left with the tears.
Distance made it hard for us to share
so many things with you right in the moment.
So I would whisper my Blessings and
silently pray for God to keep you well.
but only time would really tell.
what destiny had in mind.
So I’d send you virtual hugs by the dozen
and millions of kisses as well
Cause just one kiss at a time
would never be enough.
To show you just how much
You were missed and loved.
Now your dad and I must wait until
Our dying day
To see you again in heaven.
In the meantime,
I hope you can feel when hugs and kisses come your way.
even though you are no longer here and so very far away.
I wish our Prayers for your survival had been answered;
As we believed so deeply in our pleas
to the Greatest Force there is;
but, as you always would say to me;
Mom, “It is what it is.”
Well, that does not bring me much comfort now, dear son;