Daily prompt: The Transporter.

Tell us about a sensation– a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood

I wonder sometimes when I hear the song “Seasons in the Sun” by Cat Stevens (which I don’t hear often,) why I am immediately transported back in time.  I always go back to a specific place.  It is a beach house owned by a friend of my father’s, but I can’t remember whose house it is.  I remember holding my father’s hand in the hot sunshine.  I remember a covered front porch where people gathered.  I was definitely less than 10 years old.

It is interesting that a song with such meaning transports me to this place.  To be perfectly honest, I sometimes wish I were not transported because when I hear the words, it saddens me.  Quite obviously, someone is facing death, saying goodbye to friends and loved ones.  Perhaps this song was a reminder to a young child to enjoy life – enjoy every day.

I keep this song close to my heart for many reasons.  It tells a story of love shared not only between two people, but also among family and friends.  I was lucky enough as a girl so young to have received the message of this song so strongly.  It speaks of young friendships, passing time, families, and forgiveness.  Even though the stars we can reach may be just “starfish on the beach,” I say keep reaching for them.  As my father (who is forever holding my hand) would have said,  it is through the simple life experiences in this song that we “learn how to love.”

“Seasons in the Sun”  by Cat Stevens:

goodbye to you my trusted friend
we´ve known each other since we
were nine or ten
together we´ve climbed hills and trees
learned of love and abc´s
skinned our hearts and
skinned our knees

goodbye my friend it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing
in the sky
now that spring is in the air
pretty girls are everywhere
think of me and i´ll be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed were
just seasons out of time

goodbye papa please pray for me
i was the black sheep of the family
you tried to teach me right from wrong
too much wine and too much song
wonder how i got along

goodbye papa it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
now that the spring is in the air
little children everywhere
when you see them i´ll be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like
the seasons have all gone, yeah

goodbye michelle my little one
you gave me love and helped
me find the sun
and every time that i was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on
the ground

goodbye michelle it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in
the sky
now that the spring is in the air
with the flowers everywhere
i wish that we could both be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone

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thursday thoughts. ~ and so it goes.

Grieving is a process.  We all know this is true.  It’s painful at times;  pain like someone punched you in the stomach and took your breath away.  I can physically feel the pain when it hits me.  That’s the thing with grief.  I  just don’t know when it’s going to come back and really hit me.

So Dad.  It has been almost 2 years since you went your separate way, and I can report that things in life are moving along pretty well.  I took off  your bracelet like you suggested, and I still feel you with me every day. It’s a good thing.  Decisions are sometimes difficult without you, and I sure miss that pat on the back that you always had for me when I needed it.  I lost a big fan when I lost you, and fans like you are hard to come by.

It’s summertime now, and your beach house is alive with activity, just like you liked it.  Today was special as old friends were there.  We shared stories and filled the air with laughter as we sat on the deck that you built.  Just as you wanted it.  What a great place that beach house you built us is.  A strange thing happened though, as I climbed the stairs to your bedroom to grab a pair of sweats for the evening stroll to the beach.  Grief hit me.  A blow to the throat.  A reminder that there is something bigger and stronger than me that controls my destiny.  It sure hurts, that blow, but I’ll take it when it comes, because if I hadn’t loved you so strongly, it wouldn’t hurt so much.

Missed you today, but I saw you all around me as I sat on your favorite beach, with some of your favorite people.  I captured in photos what I felt was you, and I hope you enjoy them.

~and so it goes.

Until we meet again. My love always,

Carolyn

the view from your chair

the hands you held

L.O.V.E.- you always said, “it’s why we are here.”

a few of your biggest fans!

~~~

The ocean is just as beautiful as it was when you sat with us. For that, we are thankful. We miss you Pop.