When I finished my PhD, I made a mix cd for my advisor. Ever since I started the program in one of her classes, I knew that someday I wanted to give her two songs that give thanks--Sinead O'Connor's "Thank You for Hearing Me" and Natalie Merchant's "Kind and Generous." So I had another 70 minutes to fill on the disc, and I filled it with songs that somehow reflected the dissertation/PhD experience. I listen to that cd a lot, as it turns out, and there are some songs on there that do help me in this extended grieving process. Several are from Patty Griffin's Children Running Through cd, especially "I Don't Ever Give Up," "No Bad News," and "Up to the Mountain (MLK song)."
I also find helpful two songs in particular (there are so many to choose from) from Amasong, a lesbian/feminist chorus from Champaign/Urbana that my former college roommate belongs to. They do a lot of folk and spiritual music from a variety of cultures. The two songs I turn to most often (though only one is on my mix cd) are "I Cannot Keep from Singing," and Bobby McFerrin's "23rd Psalm (dedicated to my mother)."
Not on my 'special' cd: I mentioned Peter Gabriel last time; he has many selections that stand out, but "I Grieve" from the City of Angels soundtrack deserves special mention for this purpose.
Yesterday I listened to Shawn Colvin's Fat City. The lyrics sometimes reflect her relative youth in 1992, but her songs are usually thoughtful and emotional, and that works for me. This was also my first Shawn Colvin cd, so I always think of it fondly.
And lest I forget the most important song from the most important film ever made, let me add Judy Garland's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." I grew up loving that movie, my parents both loved Judy Garland, and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" is one of the last songs I could get Mom to sing along with. "You are My Sunshine" is the other one. Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's version of "Rainbow" is also a favorite, but in my world, nothing compares to Judy.
Moving on from the music, there is one other item I wanted to post. Yesterday, a friend asked me in an email how my day was. I responded with unusual thoughtfulness on my part, and realized that what I wrote I could have written for this blog as well. So I am inserting a part of it.
"My day is winding down. We get a little online time while watching Mom eat her dinner. She eats herself, but needs some coaching and prompting, and lots of cleanup. But for those 30 minutes or so that she's actually eating, we get a short break. We'll eat after we put her in the recliner, just as we did when you came. It's been an emotional day for me. More and more in the mornings, after getting Mom up and washed and dressed and fed and off to day care on the van, the impact of her long, slow dying, and the prospect of her actual death getting more real and foreseeable, all puts me in touch with a grief that doesn't moderate with time. It's worse on the mornings I go to yoga, as I did this morning. Yoga makes me slow down, breathe, and become aware of what's going on internally. And now the end of the day, near the end of the week, and I'm tired. It was a good day overall, mostly because it started with yoga, and no matter what that brings up, it still feels better to start the day that way."
And so it goes.
