“Hello old friend. Where have you been?
I haven’t seen you since I don’t know when.
I’ve missed your radiance and your warm embrace.
But most of all, I’ve missed your beaming face.”
Who have I been missing? The sun, of course; that bright and magnificent creation which lights up our world and gives us hope. Excuse me for getting rather dramatic about the sun’s appearance, but I was so thrilled to see and feel the warmth of the recent sunshine that I wanted to do something special to celebrate its return. So, I tried writing poetry. The above four lines represent my vain attempt.
Now, quit your laughing, please. This took me hours to put together and frankly, I think some of the lines might belong to other writers. Hmm?
In my own defense, I actually did try to compose more lines to complete my poem and give extra thanks for the warm rays, but nothing came through my brain cavity that was worth a hoot. So, I did the next best thing…and the story goes like this.
Just for me
As a youngster I loved playing outside in the sunshine, and now that I’m an oldster, I still like to be outside and enjoy the sunshine and maybe play at raking up leaves. Any excuse works for me, to get out of the house and soak up some sunshine.
And as I dwell on this peaceful thought, an old song comes to mind that my favorite cowboy singer often sang just for me. Or at least I thought he sang it just for me.
Anyway, remember the old song entitled, “You are My Sunshine” sung by none other than the legendary singing cowboy Gene Autry? Oh, my, I can hear him right now singing that first stanza:
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
Does that bring back some good memories? It sure does for me because I would often beg my mom unceasingly to call our local radio station and request it to be played. Oh, I was a whiny little girl who liked to get her way, and my mother was smart enough to fool me into thinking I was fooling her. Ha! If she did this for me, I had to do certain things for her. But let’s get on with the story.
Mother would finally get around to calling the station and making the song request. And then, when I heard the song’s music and the words, I miraculously became a very good little girl for the rest of the day. I was even kind to and played with my bratty little sister Marie. Uffdah, loola!
As I recall, that took a great deal of effort on my part to be nice to Little Marie for a whole day, but I promised my mother that I would behave if she requested the song just for me. She always requested it; I instantly became a good little girl; Sister Marie ceased crying and was happy; and our dear mother experienced a peaceful, quiet day.
Thank you, Mom
Our mother was no dummy when it came to handling kids. She knew how to work the system to her advantage and how to reach and teach each of her children and grandchildren in the process.
I am so thankful for her kindness and her intellect and her patience. And I thank her daily for being an outstanding role model; in particular, for me to follow.
Mother never let her Parkinson’s disease get her down. She was always coming up with new ways of dealing with it. She didn’t fight it, but lived with it and taught her family to never give up on finding a cure and to always trust in God.
I have been trying to follow her example with my own Parkinson’s journey. However, I have discovered that she’s a tough act to follow, but with the help of family and friends and the Lord up above, anything is possible.
Thus, this Thanksgiving I will be celebrating the sunshine so we can finish our harvest, and I will be singing a special little song of thanks.