Lessons from Lou

This blog is about my journey through the brain tumor world with my dear husband, Lou. While not a journey I would wish on even my worst enemy, it is a journey that has enlightened and awakened me to what lies within us, and around us, each and every moment of each and every day. There are lessons here....lessons in this journey.....lessons from Lou....that I would like to share with you.

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Location: Chicago, Illinois

Picture of Lou (sick) and I at a party, circa 2005, long ago and faraway. I'm now a middle aged widow, trying to get my life back together. Mother of two young adult sons, living with two adult cats.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Musical Notes

My oldest son took me on a date on Sunday. Dates with your sons are always special,no matter what you do, but this one was especially so. He took me to see the Soweto Gospel Choir, from S. Africa. They performed at our symphony center, a venue I just love. He became familiar with them while studying in S. Africa. We were in the 5th row, can't get much better then that. They were absolutely FANTASTIC! There is no way you can possibly be sad, or in a bad mood while listening to them. They are so joyful, so full of life, so inspiring. By the end of the program, they had the audience on their feet, clapping and dancing. No one wanted it to end. Of course, I had to immediately download some of their music to keep the good feelings going. I blasted it all morning yesterday as I worked through my stacks of papers and phone calls. Then I ran some errands. As I was out and about, I noticed three guys crossing Michigan Avenue whom I was sure were in the choir. One of them is a noticeably tall man with an unbelievably LOW DEEP VOICE that was unforgettable. Since their music was still playing in my head, and I was feeling pretty darn good with the sun shining and all, I ran up to him and said something crazy like "you're the guy in the choir with the really low voice!" He was pretty surprised to be recognized in the middle of downtown Chicago by some over caffeinated lady. Nonetheless, he and his buddies enjoyed the recognition I think. I don't think it happens too often. They then grabbed me by the arm and took me over to their nearby bus where several other members of the choir were gathering. I told them how much we enjoyed their concert and their music. I told them I had been listening to it all morning (which explained my good mood). I told them how much I love their country (yes, I went to visit my son in S. Africa). It was a wonderful moment. Made my day. Probably my week. Music is an important part of my therapy. It was an important part of Lou's therapy too. It's cheap and it works. I'm still blasting their music. Maybe today will be a good day, too.


Blogger Sue said...

Nothing like a date with one of our children to bring a smile to our face.

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