Chantilly Lace

As I clean on my house this rainy Saturday morning, I’m listening to the oldies. Chantilly Lace just came on and brought a smile to my face. Guess I’ll never get over the memories I have with Charles. We were exact opposites in a lot of things and one of them was our music. He was classical all the way. Of course, he loved some blues and I have so many cd’s of music that I’m not really fond of. When he would load our cd player at home, he would put on a classical and then an oldie. It was a lot of fun to see him singing my songs, even though he knew how to change the words that they became pornographic at times. He really thought I was the only one who loved those songs until we were in New Jersey somewhere and they were playing all the oldies. He had heard them so much from me he knew the words. He looked at me and said, they’re playing your songs. I just had to laugh. Those were the times I could tell our age difference, but he was so good to accept my likes, and I became a fan of classical. My favorite is Mozart. Charles used to copy my cd’s so if something damaged that cd, I would still have the original. He made his own labels and most of them said things like “made by your loving husband, or I love you,” Glad I still have all of them. Yeah, I’m spoiled. He especially liked the song that started out, Hello Darlin. Finally, the fun memories are coming back. DR 3/29/14

I Will Survive

I heard this song and it describes how I feel! I have survived, and now I’m surviving all of the heartbreaks I’m going through. Life is what you make it. I have chosen to live it to the fullest and do new things, go to new places, and meet new friends. Just because some bad things happen to you, you don’t need to think your life is over. Sometimes it takes something drastic to make you realize that something or somebody was not right for you. Yes it’s going to hurt, but what’s the worst thing that can happen? I’ve already been through that—death is the final answer. I have survived that—what could be worse? This past year has been my year of coming back to life. Sometimes I have wished that I could go back on my anti depressant and crawl back into my shell and sit and just stare at my four walls—but, what fun I would be missing. I’m looking at each new experience as a stepping stone, not stumbling blocks. How will you ever live if you don’t? It seems March is my New Year. Each March is going to be even better than the previous March. Yes, I will survive! DR 3/14/13