A few minutes ago I read that Glen Campbell died. Now, I was a bit young for his music, (or was so into John Denver that no one else compared!) but I remember my parents loving his music, and when I hear his music, it lifts me up, makes me perky, happy. So when I reacted with tears to his death, I was a bit dumbfounded. First off, I’ve been told no one can cry on Prozac. PLEASE! I beg to differ! I remember being at a drive in movie with my parents seeing a movie Glen Campbell starred in. I had a bit of a crush on him from the movie. But why am I so emotional about his passing? It isn’t as if I knew him. But I have been reading on his battle with Alzheimer’s for a long time, and while I’m grateful for him that his battle is behind him, I’m trying to decipher my own emotions.
Calling Dr. Freud!!!!!!!
My dad is older than Glen, and my mother just a year and a half behind him. I’m sure these facts are related to my reaction. The stories I would read on his battle with Alzheimer’s reminded me of a girlfriend who was a student of mine when her mom was whisped away for years to this disease, and later, her dad. What was impressed upon me was how loyal and loving this woman was. She was a role model for me which I’m afraid I fall short on, when it comes to caring for parents. I do what I can, I really do, and I think I’m a good daughter, but my dad lives hours away, my car has 271k miles on it, and currently uninspected. When I see my dad, I see his aging, and the pain on his face from knee problems. It’s very hard for me to see this. But I know I’m not original to this difficulty, nor am I alone.
And I suppose some of this has to do with accepting death, and perhaps my own. Don’t get me wrong, while I have freedom right now from the dark and potentially dangerous thoughts of a depressed mind, I see changes in myself, too. It’s not just my parents who are getting older!
So now I’m listening to a playlist I made of Glen Campbell’s music, I’m working on a pet portrait that looks a hell of a lot better tonight than it did last night, but I’m keenly aware that life can and does change on a dime. Something today that may seem insufferable, is cast aside with the wind when serious illness or injury occur. The old adage “when you have your health, you have it all!” is so true!
I’m going to honor these feelings of sadness, and acknowledge the fear of losing my parents, or another sibling, or friend, and try to steer clear of dwelling. Life is so short, precious, and it’s easy to lose track of what really is important in our lives. Loss, death is inevitable. Also I’m very sad (yet happy for my neighbor) that the sale of her house closed today, and she’s on her way down South. I’m really going to miss her….
RIP Glen Campbell, your music reminds me of my parents when they were much younger, and parents to five children and having serious illness strike my oldest sister at the young age of 6. Prayers for his family, as they say goodbye, once again, to their husband, father, friend.