Listening to country tunes on a hazy Saturday afternoon.
Gary and I loved listening to music or watching it on TV. I think I’m the one who discovered Celtic Woman. Every chance we got, we’d watch it. I would often record it so we could watch it again and zip through commercials.
We both had the same favorite in that group: the fiddle player. Oh, could she play! She was often barefoot, gliding across the stage while playing. It was so incredible, I cried.
On road trips we compromised. Sometimes it was his favorite – 50’s and 60’s, especially Neil Diamond, Everly Brothers, Beach Boys. For me it was country – all the way.
In addition to my country playlist, I have a list that he would love. At least a year before he passed away, I got him a Google device. He could (and did) ask it to play his favorite tunes. I’d find him in his “man cave” reading Facebook and listening to music. We were so compatible.
As I listen to The Dance, I think of him. When Forever and Forever, Amen comes on, I think of the Evangelical Covenant Church and how many services and dinners and prayer meetings we attended there.
When Footloose plays, I remember how we watched the movie together and thoroughly enjoyed the music and the dancing.
Hallelujah reminds me of Pentatonix and how we loved watching them perform this song. Every Little Thing – well – the title says it all. There are so many little things he left behind that bring him to mind and heart every day.
One day on a drive to Galesburg, Buy Me a Boat came on and he laughed out loud with me. Stand By Me takes me back to the night we watched the movie of the same name. The kids were with us, and that brings even more memories.
He never got to hear God’s Country by Blake Shelton. I know he would have loved it. Besides, it always reminds me of where he is now – with God.
Some day I hope to be able to listen to 50’s and 60’s music. It won’t be anytime soon, though. I believe we know when we’re just a little too fragile to take on anything else. I’m going to save that experience until I’m sure I can handle it.
In the meantime, I’m waiting for God’s Country to play on my new, old-fashioned jukebox. I’m ready for that.