The Heart's Music Can Heal

I think every girl has a "Dream Guy" that they hope to meet and marry someday, at least that is what we tell ourselves.  I couldn't have been more than nine, when I started putting together that "Dream Man".  It seemed like that not only did he have dark hair but an accent.  Just what "Accent" I could never figure out but I have somewhat of an ideal. I loved music as long as I could remember and listened to the radio so much that I worn out many transistors my grandpa kept giving me, you know the small hand held radios, of course back in the seventies they were large enough to house a 9 Volt battery, not the button ones they have today.  My grandma suffered a stroke so my mom went over to my grandparents house to help care for her.  During we were off from school, we usually joined her.  My grandfather loved electronics, he had all shapes and sizes of radios, every station you could imagine, so this was just a perfect place for a kid who loved music a

Bryan Adams, Whitney Houston, Journey....

Pretty melodies come in a lot forms of music.  For me, its the slow soft sound of classical, soft rock and my mom and dad's favorite, country.   I love the old turntable and when I was younger I would play the phonograph almost constantly until I worn out my mother's stereo.  As I grew older I acquired my own stereo.  I guess I was in my late teens when I would get up on Saturday mornings to clean my room and put on a record.  Some were old Hymns, I could hear her in the kitchen singing with them.  I loved it whenever my parents would know the songs I played and sing with them.  Making them happy made me happy. Most of the time, my mom would love to hear waltzes by her favorite singer Ann Murray or "Tennessee Waltz" by Patty Page.  I never saw my parents "Slow Dance" but I am sure they did.  I am blessed to have loving parents who showed me how to love and care for others, but most of all showed how beautiful the love between them truly is meant to be. O

This is my favorite time of year where the temperatures are just right and all the colors are beautiful. Along with all that autumn joy, for me it is sad as well.    My late husband had his surgery to remove cancer in August of 2006 and started his chemotherapy shortly after that.  It was an aggressive treatment as it was an aggressive cancer that I later realized invaded his lungs.  By October his health started slowly to deteriorate.   His last treat o treat with our children, my son was a ninja warrior and my daughter "Hello Kitty."   On December 13th 2006 ,he lost his life, I remember the trip to the hospital six days prior.  We had a 1996 Ford Windstar Van.  I drove that day, first we dropped the children off at school and headed to Sandusky, Ohio to The Firelands Hospital.    We were quiet on the trip up with only the radio for noise. At that time, I didn't know how close to death he was.  He always hid things from me to keep me from getting upset, although I alwa

My mother's father was the only grandfather I had ever known all my life.  You could imagine how close we were.  Everyday I seen him working around his house just across from our house.  I had lost my grandmother in 1976, til this day whenever I hear "Sarah Smile" by Hall & Oats I can remember my grandfather telling her "Sarah Smile" and the memory of her passing haunting in the music as it plays. I was working at Northland Mall's Crown Hallmark in Columbus.  It was a Sunny Sunday day and it had been slow at work. I went home on 71 north then on 36/37.   I had just gone to bed when my sister in tears woke me up to tell me that grandpa died.   It was June 28th 1987.  On the radio Journey's "Why Can't This Night Go On Forever" was playing.  It was heart-wrenching to listen to it then as the words just fit the pain we were all going through.  Now its a bitter-sweet memory, I can smile thinking about my grandfather when I hear it.  I ho

To all we have lost and to those we still have!

Every year I think of friends and family whose birthday come my way.  At times life side tracks and the older I get the more forgetful I become. I don't like that, unfortunately not much I can do about it. None the less I want to think of others that I care about who possess a  place in my heart.  At this time of, particularly, October, I have a few I like to send a special birthday belated greeting too, one who is going through a difficult time.  You are not forgotten, Love and Prayers Always!

Recently, I have been going through ups and downs, I know a lot of us do.  I like listening to my favorite music when I need cheering up.  So I wanted to share a few songs.  Hope you enjoy.