I did a video of each portion of my daughter’s school choir concert that she was in, not the whole thing at 90 minutes-I'm buying the DVD. With her vocal jazz group, they did four songs between curtains of the large school choirs. I took video, but darn if I can figure out how to convert to the right format that uploading won't take three hours. Their second song was the more modern of version of "I heard the bells on Christmas day". She though sang the intro, the traditional carol version, acapella which then moved into violin and then the young men's voices. The entire song was beautiful, almost hauntingly so. I'll try getting to YouTube which I sometime have better luck, though it still takes hours. She managed with her cold to get through both performances, followed by her show choir holiday party. The tired and sick kid left the house at 10:30 in the morning for final rehearsals and wasn't home until after midnight. Needless to say I let her sleep in as late as she needed on Sunday.
DD1 is here. I'm not sure what all her plans are this week, but she has well
deserved time off until New Years. She spent yesterday seeing her friend that
was married last spring. I'm not sure if I shared, but she is expecting a baby.
It's funny, DD1 is the one who lives away, but yet it is she that makes sure to
reach out and provide the connection. It is important to say yes when you have
opportunities to see and be with people that are important in your life.
No place did that strike me again as being so true as sitting in a woman's
beautiful Minneapolis condo last night, surrounded by old colleagues, some
current friends, people that all care deeply about my friend A. After sharing
that treatment for her tumor would end, her request was that people create
memory books, pictures, video's for her children. That is what we did last
night, those that worked with her on child care and early education policy. I'm
less familiar with Minneapolis than St Paul, particularly at night, so I picked up another
friend (also A) and we went together. I hadn't seen a few of the guests in
years, many now retired, but in bonding over shared stories and messages to A,
we were all friends again. On a Sunday night in December, it would have been
easy to pass on going, pass on driving 45 minutes into the city. I get comfortable in my
home on winter evenings, hard to want to leave. Being with this group of folks
was my opportunity to say good bye, at least mentally. A had a massive stroke
on Friday and her remaining time will just be with her immediate family and
inner most friends.
2017 was a year with so much pain, sadness, and grief for people in my life.
Young people should not need to grow up without their fathers and mothers.
Parents shouldn't need to say goodbye to their children. Seventeen year old
athletes should not get cancer. Still in all the grief and sadness, love
comes through. Miraculously, my friend’s daughter is in full remission. My
brother and DH's uncle's family were safe from hurricanes and my son safe from
California fires. My niece was married. My nephew had another baby. My family
is doing well in our jobs. And, my daughter can sing about peace like an angel.