At the start of this year my mother passed away very suddenly. She went to bed feeling fine, and just didn't wake up in the morning. Which would be a blessing if she'd been 80, but she was only 49. And I found my self incapable of listening to music. You have to understand, since I got my first cassette tape player back when I was eight (with 'Spice World' and the Lion King Soundtrack, oh yes) I haven't gone a day without music. I love music. But those months following my mum's death were months of awful, awful silence. Happy music made me feel angry, sad music made me feel worse. Only a music lover can understand how much this distressed me.
And then, there was this song. I would have ranked it as one my least favourite Mountain Goats songs, if I even remembered to rank it at all. But one rainy afternoon when I was fitfully skipping through my iTunes library trying to find something, anything, to let go to, it came on. And I let it play though. Then I played it again. For a solid month I listened to nothing but this song. I clung to it, I depended upon it. It was the only song in the world that made me feel just a little bit better, and I'm not exaggerating when I say I don't think I would have made it through this year without it.
For me, 2008 will always be the year I lost my mum, and the year of this song:
Your Belgian Things - the Mountain Goats
Heather Margaret
(1959-2008)
(1959-2008)
You and JD just made me cry walking down the concourse of Dayton's airport at 9:30 in the morning. And of course that has nothing to do with you and less to do with JD and everything to do with issues all my own, but I wanted to let you know I hear you. Do I ever hear you. I don't know that it ever gets better, but it gets different ... with time it gets different.
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megan, what a beautiful, heart-wrenching post.
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This is a beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteStay strong. I love this blog. And a wonderful goats song that is.
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