This weekend has been full-on emotion: overwhelming joy walking alongside understated grief. Heaven and hell.
But with this weekend and all it gave me - celebration of marriage, old friends, beginnings of good, new friendships, holding hands with a man who cannot speak to me anymore - has come a flood of words, expression.
I am thankful for the songs that will come, giving someone a melody, a song they may not have been able to ever sing themselves.
Here are the pieces.
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I remember climbing those stairs
But I don't remember seeing you there.
Your dad so elusive; your mother so shy,
It's enough to make the brothers cry
enough to make the brothers cry
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Skies of piercing blue cover us
Watch you coming towards your awestruck groom
And I wonder can I hold
such joy in my heart?
I can't contain, cannot contain.
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She was so damn beautiful
in that 50s black and white
but now she's gone, and he cannot hold on.
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