Isn't it funny about music? I'm sitting hear listening to Boz Skaggs (that's an oldie). That song comes in my life before my love did. These days I can listen to songs I remember from before my love, but the ones that we shared together are so tough to hear. I can remember going with my love to listen to Luciano Pavoratti. What a voice! We sat way up in the nose bleed section, but his voice could carry to the stars. "Nessun Dorma" is a song that has always brought me to tears. I always thought the words meant something like if I cannot see your face I don't want to see any one's. I always felt this way about my love. Now, as I older and wiser, I know it means no one will sleep, and the story behind this opera is about a cold princess who does not want to marry (all those years of thinking it was something so romantic! It sounded romantic).
Years ago we went to hear Andrea Bocelli in the place where the story of Romeo and Juliet was set. Honestly, those star crossed lovers had nothing on my love and me. Looking back, they were just a younger version of us. The day of the concert we were to attend, the Pope held an audience in Rome and all the trains in Italy were running late. It was so close to the start of concert that I asked God to just let me hear Bocelli and forget about those really expensive seats. I remember frantically running and we got into the arena and they locked the gates after us. We couldn't get to our seats, but we could sit on the stone steps and listen to Verdi's Requiem and Andrea Bocelli. I told God I was so grateful he let me into the arena in Verona. What music filled that night!
Probably Bryan Adams best represents the soundtrack of our lives. That song "Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?" is what made me love his music so much. I'm not listening to Bryan Adams yet but I hope that will change. It was from the move "Don Juan" and my love had too many things in common with Don Juan. Anyways, it's fun to remember all the music of our life together. I hope heaven is filled with music.
Moving through my grief after four years can now handle some laughter and tears. I want and need fewer tears and more laughter.
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