This week I’ve been thinking a lot about how if my life were a movie what would be on the soundtrack. This George Jones song came to mind. Here he is singing it from 1981, but for me it was 1986 when my grandfather passed, my dad’s dad. I never knew my mother’s father; he passed before I was born. My dad’s parents divorced somewhere around 1980 or 1981 and my grandfather remarried soon after. My grandmother died in a tragic car accident in 1981 just before my 5th birthday.
I’ve often wondered if my grandparents know each other in heaven. It’s a question that I don’t hold any faith in the answer. That may sound a bit harsh, but I honestly don’t know the answer. I’ve never been much of a religious person, so instead of thinking about that I try to hold on to the memories I have of my grandparents instead. I don’t want to fall blind to it.
There’s a scene in Thomas Harris’s book, Red Dragon, where Francis Dolarhyde is speaking with his blind coworker Reba and she describes to him one of her last memories of when she could see. Her father had taken her to see a cougar in a circus or a zoo, but it had been so long ago and now that she was blind he memory of that cougar had faded so much that she said it probably didn’t even look like a cougar anymore in her head. She questions herself that maybe it wasn’t even a cougar, but a goat or something because her memory had changed it.
As long as I can see, I don’t want to lose the memories of those people who’ve gone before me. And I think music helps us remember.
But for now, give a round of applause for George…