He called me his co-pilot. It was before the days of life saving/threatening airbags and even in grade school I would climb in the passenger seat to take the late shift keeping dad awake on long car rides. Sure he had his coffee and his cigarettes, but it was the company that helped him not only stay alert but keep on the correct path. From that seat I was his eyes and ears, looking for traffic signs, speed limits and listening to stories of his childhood and the golden oldies radio station. I would get drunk with the power of being in that seat!! We were the only two awake. Many times he would let me have a pop to stay awake, a special treat. Looking out at the stars so bright without the lights of the city to dim them, I felt like I could accomplish anything I wanted to as soon as the car stopped and I was able to get out.
I believe it was these rides and Heather G. in third grade that introduced me to music. Heather and I choreographed a dance to Michael Jackson with my pompoms and our teacher actually let us out of class to perform it in front of other grades. But with dad he would tell me what the song meant to him from his past. Or we would just listen to the words. Songs from the 60’s and 70’s had such meaning. My song with my daddy was “American Pie” by Don McLean. Perhaps this is where I learned to comfort myself with music.
It can sometimes be the words. I gave the words to Joshua Radin’s “What If You” to David because it explains how our marriage dissolved. I started every morning last spring with the song “A Good Day” by Priscilla Ahn to remind myself of what the day could be. The song “10,000 miles” by Martina McBride reminds me of my dad because he loved the movie “Fly Away Home and it is about someone dying.
It can sometimes be the rhythm. I couldn’t tell you what they say, but I love the beat of the song “It’s Tricky.” Much of the Cranberries music I fell in love with by sound. In fact one song I love so much I was playing over and over on my way to work when I still worked nights when I finally caught some of the words. I realized she was singing about a child being sexually abused. It took me almost a year to be able to listen to the song again without getting nauseous. I’ve also connected with groups like The Killers, Coldplay and Simon and Garfunkel this way.
And songs can become associated with situations, places or people. The Cranberries will always be a representation of Jake, David’s best friend and best man at our wedding. He gave us tickets to their concert for a wedding gift. Dan Fogelberg will always remind me of my sister, Beth. During our awkward preteen years she introduced his soothing melodies to me. “The Promise” will always take me back to the Big Island in a convertible with David driving at night and us singing together:
“If you need a friend,
don’t look to a stranger,
You know in the end,
I’ll always be there.
And when you’re in doubt,
and when you’re in danger,
Take a look all around,
and I’ll be there.
I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise)
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise)
But if you’ll wait around a while, I’ll make you fall for me,
I promise, I promise you I will.
When your day is through,
and so is your temper,
You know what to do,
I’m gonna always be there.
Sometimes if I shout,
it’s not what’s intended.
These words just come out,
with no gripe to bear.”
When I get overwhelmed, I like to slip my earphones in and block out the world. Songs can take my mood change. They can get me energy and hope.
One of Sierra’s best memories of my dad is sitting in their house in Independence one Sunday afternoon a couple of years ago watching the movie “Mannequin.” As the movie started to end, my dad went to the telelvision with the remote and turned to volume up so loud the windows started to shake. As the song “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” by Starship was blaring he said to her, “Isn’t this the best song?”
Some lyrics say it perfectly. In the song “Everything” by Lifehouse, they say:
“how can I stand here by you and not be moved by you?” because you cannot know my dad then visit him now and not be moved by how courageous he is for holding his head up with pride.
Paul Simon sings, “As long as one and one are two, there could never be a father loves his daughter more than I love you.” I change it to “there could never be a daughter loves her father more than I love you.” This song is on the Wild Thornberries soundtrack, a movie dad sat through with me and the kids the summer before he was diagnosed. He told me he had a hard time following it, but I was still in the denial stage then.
But he truly said it best in Bridge Over Troubled Water:
“Pain is all around, But like a bridge over troubled waters, I will ease your mind.” This is all we can do now, ease his mind. What a privilege this is.