Times like these you learn to…

So, while I was sick yesterday… home by myself… and felt like I was dying – I started to realize how it stinks being the grown up.  Nobody to cater to me anymore…  and then, I narrowed that down to it really stinking that my Dad wasn’t around anymore.  Because, regardless of whether I was grown up or not, he still treated me like his child.  Which I admit had it’s ups and downs, when he lived with me – but, at times like these it was a good thing. 

I couldn’t help thinking to myself that “if Dad were still alive”… he would have been checking in on me… asking me if I needed anything… going to the store and getting me things that he always got me when I was sick.  Things like ginger ale, and sherbert.  He would have come down the stairs to check on me and bring me anything I wanted. 

Stairs for him were a big deal – he didn’t do stairs very often due to his very bad legs. He literally couldn’t go up and down stairs like a normal person.  His legs just didn’t bend like that (due to the fire he was in when he was a kid).  But, he would have scooted down the stairs, one by one on his butt… and crawled back up them on his hands and knees for me.  He always did…  He always spoiled me.  Especially when I was sick.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed.  By just how much he really did love me.  By just how much I really miss him.  I miss that kind of attention and love.  Only a parent can love you like that.  Then, I a flood of other memories of him swept in… and the next thing ya know I’m bawling…  by myself…  tears flowing. 

All of a sudden I notice what is playing on my TV in the background.  It’s a Foo-Fighters video to a song that I never really paid any attention to before…  but, suddenly I hear this guy (Dave Grohl)  singing, over and over… more passionately towards the end… he’s  singing;

“it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again”

I stop crying and listen. 

It’s like this song is playing just for me.  

Everything stops.

The song.

My crying.

I turn off the TV.

Force myself to get up and wander into the kitchen.  I pour myself a glass of ginger ale, and get a small dish of sherbert.  (I had bought some for my boys because they were sick.)  And, I stumble back to bed… 

~smj
 

I am a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I’m a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

I am a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

One Comment to “Times like these you learn to…”

  1. good song !! thank you

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