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sing a new song

May 17, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

new song

 

Snow fell on Sunday. In May. On Mother’s Day. It frosted the tulips white.

“My mother would not be happy today,” my sister posted on Facebook. “She wouldn’t even be amused.”

And I doubt if even we could have made her crack a smile by bursting into song and dance, perhaps with a spring rendition of Winter Wonderland. She’d have squinted her eyes, squeezed her eyebrows, pressed her lips, shook her head.

But inside, I think she would have smiled. Maybe. Just a little.

Anyway, the Sandy and Candy Show is on hiatus. It hasn’t performed since our manager took her final journey before the snow fell.

And some of the music left with her.

Remember how we’d go on sometimes, Mom? Like those nights when we wheeled you outside in your Cat-in-the-Hat socks and stocking cap and hamburger wrap and you’d stare awestruck at moon spots (sun spots during the day) and watched us “perform?”

We haven’t sung together since. Except when the two of us sang Amazing Grace at your memorial service. And then again a few weeks later when we wrapped your urn and set you in the ground with fresh tulips. Or were they silk? It was pretty cold that day.

And some of our song died with you

Are you seeing rainbows of living color and flashes of light now? Are your warm? Are you singing a new song?

Still trying to sing,

Sandy

With Lisa Jo and Community on the word prompt, song

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  1. Olivia says

    May 17, 2013 at 2:42 pm

    This is beautiful, Sandy. I am sorry for your loss. A girl needs her momma no matter how old she is. Love, love, love Kari Jobe and especially the Revelation Song!

    • Sandra says

      May 17, 2013 at 5:58 pm

      That song does me in. Every. Time.

      I do miss my momma. But know she’s sitting up straight and walking and probably dancing now and enjoying the most heavenly coffee.

  2. Janel Andrews says

    May 17, 2013 at 3:01 pm

    Oh Sandra, what a beautiful recollection of your time singing for your mom and bringing joy into her heart. My heart breaks that you’ve had to say goodbye and that you wish that you could still sing her some beauty here on earth. I pray her heart is filled with music these days

    • Sandra says

      May 17, 2013 at 6:00 pm

      Thank you, Janel. Isn’t interesting where these little prompts send us?

  3. Mia says

    May 17, 2013 at 3:12 pm

    Sandra, I am sure your mom is not only singing the best songs ever, but she is surrounded by the most glorious heavenly music and angel choirs!
    God bless, dear one
    Mia

    • Sandra says

      May 17, 2013 at 6:02 pm

      It’s a beautiful think to ponder, sweet Mia. And I’m sure the songs she’s listening to now are so much better than ours. 😉

  4. Bethany says

    May 17, 2013 at 4:29 pm

    Thank you for sharing this today.

    • Sandra says

      May 17, 2013 at 6:03 pm

      Thank you for coming by, Bethany.

  5. Elizabeth says

    May 17, 2013 at 10:22 pm

    I think if you sing again, she can hear you still. 🙂

  6. Dea says

    May 19, 2013 at 8:22 pm

    It snowed here on May 4th in the South! The leaves were all out. The flowers were in the pots. I was hoping I was in Narnia when I woke up because my basil has hated the late spring.

    Mother’s Day was bittersweet for my mother this year and for me but at least it didn’t snow. I know you will sing “Holy, Holy” right by your mother’s side one day. O what a day, endless day, that will be.

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