Thanks, Robert. :) I hope you'll give "In the Promised Land" a listen, but I was thinking you might enjoy "Lord of the Harvest," a truly magnificent song.
Regina, you're writing these things faster than I can get to them! Actually, that's not quite right. Faster than I can think to comment - and I now have two previous posts to get back to. But this one touched me at the end, and I don't want to wait.
It's the part about dancing with your husband and daughter in 2006, the beginning of a beginning of a lifting of your grief over Joshua. Very wonderful. I have been merely skimming your Monday posts, having less interest in the music you've been discussing. But the end of this one caught me - and sent me back again to your blog post "For Joshua." Years it's been since I read it. Your link at "2006 was a hard year for our family" took me there. It is one of the most touching eulogies I've ever read. Your words bring Joshua alive to me as much as any words to a stranger could.
His delight in his brothers and sisters and playmates, and your words directly to several of them - wonderful. His deep pleasure, his joy, his embedment, in family and friends - story by story - that's what brings him alive to me.
One incident you told near the end brought another children's conversation to mind. This was the part about Joshua, the clothes horse, who changed back into shorts and t and sandals when he found out that your trip to church was not a Sunday trip. My friend Gary told me this about his daughters, my goddaughters of a Sunday morning.
"Where are we going?" asks little Emily.
"We're going to church," big sis instructs her. "If you don't know where you're going, just look at what you're wearing."
Regina, thank you for this. I should've known that one of your music posts would get to me sooner or later.
Thanks, Robert. :) I hope you'll give "In the Promised Land" a listen, but I was thinking you might enjoy "Lord of the Harvest," a truly magnificent song.
Regina, you're writing these things faster than I can get to them! Actually, that's not quite right. Faster than I can think to comment - and I now have two previous posts to get back to. But this one touched me at the end, and I don't want to wait.
It's the part about dancing with your husband and daughter in 2006, the beginning of a beginning of a lifting of your grief over Joshua. Very wonderful. I have been merely skimming your Monday posts, having less interest in the music you've been discussing. But the end of this one caught me - and sent me back again to your blog post "For Joshua." Years it's been since I read it. Your link at "2006 was a hard year for our family" took me there. It is one of the most touching eulogies I've ever read. Your words bring Joshua alive to me as much as any words to a stranger could.
His delight in his brothers and sisters and playmates, and your words directly to several of them - wonderful. His deep pleasure, his joy, his embedment, in family and friends - story by story - that's what brings him alive to me.
One incident you told near the end brought another children's conversation to mind. This was the part about Joshua, the clothes horse, who changed back into shorts and t and sandals when he found out that your trip to church was not a Sunday trip. My friend Gary told me this about his daughters, my goddaughters of a Sunday morning.
"Where are we going?" asks little Emily.
"We're going to church," big sis instructs her. "If you don't know where you're going, just look at what you're wearing."
Regina, thank you for this. I should've known that one of your music posts would get to me sooner or later.