How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

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Brought up Apr 18, 2012

Moving On...

Last night, our little friend Cokie was in her last Wired concert of the school year. Quick recap for those who have forgotten, or are new...

Cokie is a friend of my daughter's who lost her mom not too long ago. The child is 15, and has two brothers, one older, one younger. She also has a gorgeous singing voice...

Wired is our local high school's 'rock band'. a group of kids from the regular band who audition each year for the chance to do more than march and play the standard stuff. Not that this bunch does: The Blues Brothers, Elvis... my daughter played french horn for the 'field show' to some great music... even marched down Main St. USA in Disney World... I am very proud.

Back to Cokie and Wired... there are some very talanted kids in that group. One girl played guitar and sang a composition of her own... and was wonderful. Uhm, ok, I was a little blown away that a group of boys played some Jimi Hendrix... well, the guitar wasn't bad. Cokie, our darling, quirky friend, preformed in 3 different numbers, one acapella with two other girls. And, of course, she brought tears with God Bless the Broken Road, of Rascal Flatt fame... And all through it, I was wishing her mom was there.

My going to the concert was spur of the moment. I haven't set foot in the school since my kid got her walkin' papers... That was 2010, and my big rear didn't fit in the auditorium seats. Last night, I sat comfortably, even had slight wiggle room. That put me close to tears. After the show, as I was waiting for the kid and her pals to decide what they were doing, and whether I was joining them, I saw an aquaintance I have known for 15 years, but haven't seen in two. She said she wasn't sure it was me until I spoke to her. Man, I guess 90 pounds less of me has made a bit of a difference after all. I don't usually notice, to be honest, until it hits me like last night.

Life goes on is such a cliche phrase, but it does. We go forward whether we want to or not. Seeing the changes in myself, mostly good, is helping me see that forward isn't such a bad thing. And watching Cokie, with a faint idea of what she and her brothers are going through, puts it all in perspective. Going on, changing, growing stops for no one... and for the first time in a very long time, I am actually enjoying it.

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