Saying Goodbye is never easy
*This is my journal entry for LJ5, week 1
Dear Big "Alabama" Frank,
You have been gone now for over 7 years, and every year, I still think of you.
Your goofy smile, your sayings and of course your version of "Perry Mason's Theme song".
I thought it was strange that you didn't want to come to my wedding. I know, the excuse was that you were going to see your cousin get married. Maybe it was hard for you to see me get married...your "little sister". I guess that's what I was to you. I know you were my "big brother" for me, making sure I was all right at all the blues bars that I went to and wanted to play at.
But then you died a few months earlier. It was a huge shock to me to even learn about that. I didn't even get to say goodbye to you. Well, unless you count the funeral. When I saw your guitars all lined up next to your closed casket, I knew that this was you. There was a lot of people at your wake too, I think it took three days for everyone to come to say goodbye.
Funny thing is that Cecil took the video of the wedding, and yes, he wore the bright lime green satin jogging suit to the wedding and church, and told everyone that there was a movie that he was producing. When we looked at the tape later on, he had left some of you on the video. So it's like you were there for my wedding all along.
I have a son now. I suppose you already know that though. I can still feel you around me. Especially the time I got lost in Charlestown, I just kept asking for help, and for some reason, I kept going straight, even though I had no idea where I was, and eventually I found the T stop nearby.
I think my son can see and feel your presence as well. I can remember the big globe of white that is on the picture my mother in law took outside on a sunny day with an automatic (not digital) camera when he was really little. Was that you? Are you my son's angel? Sometimes I swear I can see your devilish grin in him.
I miss you Franky. I know that you are still around me, but I release you to the light, so you can go rest in peace. Go and play with Jimmi Hendrix and Bo Diddley, and just know that one day, we will play together again.
Yours in music and love,
The flute chic, Gia
Dear Big "Alabama" Frank,
You have been gone now for over 7 years, and every year, I still think of you.
Your goofy smile, your sayings and of course your version of "Perry Mason's Theme song".
I thought it was strange that you didn't want to come to my wedding. I know, the excuse was that you were going to see your cousin get married. Maybe it was hard for you to see me get married...your "little sister". I guess that's what I was to you. I know you were my "big brother" for me, making sure I was all right at all the blues bars that I went to and wanted to play at.
But then you died a few months earlier. It was a huge shock to me to even learn about that. I didn't even get to say goodbye to you. Well, unless you count the funeral. When I saw your guitars all lined up next to your closed casket, I knew that this was you. There was a lot of people at your wake too, I think it took three days for everyone to come to say goodbye.
Funny thing is that Cecil took the video of the wedding, and yes, he wore the bright lime green satin jogging suit to the wedding and church, and told everyone that there was a movie that he was producing. When we looked at the tape later on, he had left some of you on the video. So it's like you were there for my wedding all along.
I have a son now. I suppose you already know that though. I can still feel you around me. Especially the time I got lost in Charlestown, I just kept asking for help, and for some reason, I kept going straight, even though I had no idea where I was, and eventually I found the T stop nearby.
I think my son can see and feel your presence as well. I can remember the big globe of white that is on the picture my mother in law took outside on a sunny day with an automatic (not digital) camera when he was really little. Was that you? Are you my son's angel? Sometimes I swear I can see your devilish grin in him.
I miss you Franky. I know that you are still around me, but I release you to the light, so you can go rest in peace. Go and play with Jimmi Hendrix and Bo Diddley, and just know that one day, we will play together again.
Yours in music and love,
The flute chic, Gia