Planning the Asheville memorial, I wanted to do something slightly different, so I was searching around for another theme. Jim Beaver, son of George’s old pal, suggested using a Beatles’ song, and I chose I’ll Follow the Sun. It turned out to be a good choice, and I’ve been thinking about the song a lot.
One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun
Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun
And now the time has come
and, my love, I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know, oh
One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun
But tomorrow may rain,
so I’ll follow the sun
Lily’s comment on the rain being “drops of Daddy’s love” will change the way I feel about rain forever, I think. I grew up in New Orleans, and rain was plentiful there, and often meant the good times were over. Get out of the pool. Come inside. The party’s over. Time to go home. Now, when it rains, I will think about George, and I hope they will be happy thoughts. (Today would have been our 8th anniversary.)
Enjoy the sunshine, George.
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good morning Lisa and Lily, hope all goes well for you today. As for me I will spend mine at Northside hospital as a very special best friend of mine has a double mastectomy. I selfishly long for the old days when my friends didn’t die and get cancer and all seemed well with the world……
oh, doreen, i’m so sorry. i hope she will be well. i’ll think about her, and you.
The Beatles song is perfect! and Lily of course is brilliant! I know today will be hard, but please celebrate because marring George was a positive, love filled commitment. And your love does grow and go on… Lily!
Lisa, My thoughts & prayers are with you! The first year is the hardest…stay strong…All my love to you & Lily..make it a special day for you & Lily….
That’s a very sweet post, Lisa. I’m always fascinated by how we as humans begin to structure our grief and place meaning on what were previously arbitrary events and objects. I love the new symbolism of the rain, and I am sure that will prove to be a very comforting phenomenon as time moves on. My comforter is an occasional sip of unblended single malt scotch, a rare pleasure my Dad voluntarily gave up for the last 18 years of his life, yet he never stopped occasionally talking about the virtues of the highland nectar. Every Christmas I waited in anticipation to see what flavor he chose for me this year.
And the Beatles… my Dad had me drop everything and come see this great new group on Ed Sullivan one night, and we shared that love for the rest of his life. He bought me (or was it himself) every album when it was released, and I sang “In My Life” at his memorial. As much as I have enjoyed the new remastered Beatles albums, I still tear up knowing my Dad will never hear them, that I could not buy them for his birthday this week, and that from now on, I celebrate the Beatles on my own. But, I still get the smile when I think of how much he would have enjoyed it, and I can hear his critique in my head, word for word.
As time goes on, you will probably find yourself starting to enjoy little things in life again that you and George shared in some way, followed by a twinge of guilt. But then, you will realize that you are enjoying those things as much for George as yourself, and you will feel some consolation knowing that he will always be part of you. It takes a long time, but the good feeling eventually outweighs the sadness.
What a great song. We’ll be thinking of you today. I always like to think of rain as tears from heaven. Tears can be very healing by just the release of emotions. Today was a very good day for us. We’ve just returned from court, and even though our adoption was final on 4/30/09 the name change takes time. Today our daughter is officially Kristi Sayre Edwards. Our prayers are with you both today and who knows maybe we’ll get a little rain today
Keep writing you are an inspiration to so many.
just to add my voice and prayers to the others…..sounds like asheville is a good place. roots are helpful.
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