Feels like a brief moment of calm before the next storm blasts in. Looks like two days of storm force winds and solid heavy rain. The ground is already completely saturated so I have got no idea where the water is going to go this time. I fear many homes are getting flooded out.
It was another sleepless night so I ended up watching a Ski Jumping Competition on the telly. I’m always fascinated by the music which blasts out at these events. It’s definitely based on quantity rather than quality. But occasionally they play a classic. Recently a popular classic has been American Pie. I do like the song but I’m not sure it’s really that suitable for Ski Jumping. Imagine being the poor Ski Jumper stood at the top of the huge hill trying to psych himself up before he leaps into the unknown and he hears the following lines blast out
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
That would certainly make me think twice about flying 140m with nothing more than a small helmet. Unsettling. A bit like this afternoon when I went for a run. It was a decent run until the MP3 player on its random programme picked out Madness – It Must Be Love. That was one of my partners favourite songs. It was one of our favourite songs. Almost instantly the tears started rolling down my face. My energy levels just evaporated. Suddenly I felt old, out of place and definitely out of step with life. I would definitely have stopped if I hadn’t time constraints. Needed to get back in time to do the school run. So I sadly trundled on.
It’s amazing the effect that something so inconsequential as a silly little song can have on you. But often the little things get woven into life and memories. They then become part of you. When someone dies these little things stay with you. Reminders of a chapter in your life that has now closed. Yes you can still reread the words but sadly you cannot ever add to to it again. You have to move on. Open new chapters in your book. That’s the challenge people trekking along on their grief journey must face. If and when to start on a new chapter. On my run today it felt like I was a million miles from that new section of my book. But that was today. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.