My youngest sister died last Monday; she was 56 and died in her sleep. She was healthy and it was completely unexpected. Shock, stoic family support then grief followed. This Saturday is her memorial.
She had a wicked sense of humor and could always make me laugh. Of my 4 sisters, she and I were closest.
So she has a favorite tune that she would sing to her son when he was a child; written by Billy Joel. It is called “Lullaby” aka Goodnight my Angel. Her closest friend would like it sung at her memorial this weekend. I have sung it out loud and in my head dozens of times this week to help take the sting out of the words.
"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you’ve been asking me
I think you know what I’ve been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
Then you should always know
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are
I never will be far away
Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I’m rocking you to sleep
The water’s dark and deep, inside this ancient heart
You’ll always be a part of me
Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me
Someday we’ll all be gone
But lullabies go on and on
They never die
That’s how you and I will be"
I dare you to think of someone you love and sing those words without an emotional response.
Anyway, she had a wicked sense of humor and I cannot help thinking this is her having a bit of fun at my expense. I may or may not play the tune this Saturday at the memorial, but just the fact that she would like me to try makes me smile.