So You Think You Can Tell


My paternal grandmother’s silver tea set, so reflective on the table for Christmas.

It was bitterly cold, snowing, and a Saturday. I was cuddled up by the fireplace recovering from an emotional day since my daughter had just returned to college after the holiday break. Earlier that afternoon, my husband and I met up with her at her dorm to help her move back in while also delivering a few groceries.

After getting her settled, we invited her boyfriend and her roommate to join us for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. We know her boyfriend well but wanted the opportunity to get to know her roommate better. I’m fortunate to have a close relationship with my daughter, and I see her often, but I’m still left with a sense of sadness every time she returns to school because I know, in all likelihood, she has moved out of our home permanently.

It was around 8:00 p.m. when my husband received a call from Jason, a friend of his since childhood.

“He’s at The House of Blues for a show; a tribute to Pink Floyd.”

I rolled my eyes but could tell from the arch in my husband’s brow that he wanted me to join him. I just wasn’t feeling it.

“Come on, it will lift your spirits,” he said.

I don’t know how he does it, but the next thing I knew, I was in the car heading downtown.

Jason is more of a ‘mysterious’ friend to me. I don’t know much about him except that he wants to get away from everything and everyone in his past. He moves around a lot, and he’s not interested in settling down and having kids; it’s just not in the cards for him. When Jason was a teenager, he discovered his father in the bathroom after he had committed suicide.

We moved up closer to the stage with Jason and his friend. When the musicians started to play the song Wish You Were Here, I reached for my husband’s hand. The song is about coping and detachment, loss and longing for a return to something like home. It triggered my emotions; tears streamed down Jason’s face.

My husband pulled me closer and I rested my head on his shoulder. He nestled his chin close to my ear and kissed my forehead. Nothing existed for a few moments except the warmth between us. The song ended and I looked up at his glistening eyes, and then I looked at Jason.

I told him I was glad I was there.

He smiled.

And a moment in my life was captured at its very best.




57 thoughts on “So You Think You Can Tell

  1. The way music moves us, There’s nothing like it 🙂

  2. It was meant to be… so, so touching!

  3. Happy New Year, Kelly. Such an emotional post around losses, old and new, love and friendship at its best, and the evocative nature of music. Beautiful.

    • Hi Diana! Perfectly stated as always. Yes, losses old and new, exactly. It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? Writing this helped me with mine a great deal. Happy New Year to you as well! And thank you very much for your thoughts and kindness. xo

  4. I’m really feeling for this Jason fellow. 🙁

  5. I felt this one, Kelly, in ways I can’t adequately express. Thanks. ❤️

  6. One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. ~ Bob Marley

    Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. ~ Plato

    Without music, life would be a mistake. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

  7. Sometimes, a song is all you really need.

  8. Finding someone after they committed suicide is extremely traumatic to a person and will manifest its way out someway in behavior if counselling is not received. Pink Floyd takes me way back and the raising of the eyebrow from your husband and you finding yourself going downtown is love. Simply love

  9. Great post. And one of my all-time favourite songs.

  10. We too are empty nesters. Our oldest daughter is married and our twenty year-old triplets are in their second year of college. The feelings you have are so familiar. That bittersweet twinge in the throat and chest when they leave is shared by so many of us. Thanks for sharing the video. I, being a compulsive doer, had to force myself to completely focus and not multi-task while listening. Instead I watched, absorbing the music and the pictures, moving back in time to my teen years when I listened to this album and oh so many others, over and over. It was almost like a meditation. Total relaxation and absorption. Thanks. I think we can be buddies. ha… So far, I like your blog and look forward to reading more. Lisa

    • Good morning, Lisa! It’s nice to meet you! Triplets, eh? Plus one more?! Wow! I have a 16-year-old son as well but feel like an empty nester the way he comes and goes! I’m glad you enjoyed the video, thank you for sharing that with me. I will check out your blog as well. Hope you have a great day! 🙂

  11. I knew that image and I knew the lyric in the title of this post!! So proud of myself. 😉

    And I know what I’m listening to tomorrow. Been a long time since I listened to that song and that album. And truthfully, Pink Floyd has always been about the sound of their music. I’ve never really got into their lyrics in depth. I’ll add that to my consideration tomorrow.

    My older son didn’t come home from college this winter break for various reasons. My younger son did and went back today. I wish I felt their absence the way you did, to be honest, but I’m very frustrated with them for what they are doing and not doing while away at school. Makes it difficult for me to enjoy my time with them when they have it.

    • Hi Mark! You sound like my husband who is more of a Pink Floyd aficionado than I am. He says the same thing about their music! And you know, my feelings about my kids are a lot more nostalgic around the holidays… I go through my share of “stuff” as well. The goal is to get them through school as unscathed as possible, right?! Thanks so much for the visit. 🙂

      • I wouldn’t claim to be a Pink Floyd aficionado, but there are times when I enjoy their sound. They have some really great music. It’s odd because I first became aware of them in high school when everybody loved The Wall and I couldn’t stand it. 😉

        Regarding your kids and mine … it’s a never-ending struggle, isn’t it? I need to do a better job of finding the hope and the light within that struggle.

      • I think just the fact that you want to find it is great, Mark.
        I just hung up with my daughter and she broke up with her long-time boyfriend who I mention in this post. He was like a family member and I’m going to miss him! I often think about the fact that parenting stuff is new to us just like our kids’ experiences are new to them. And I often tell them to be patient with me while I process stuff… like this for instance!
        And she met someone else who I will need to get to know all over again! I just hope there won’t be a lot of drama. I’ve managed to dodge that bullet so far, thankfully. Hope you have a good night, Mark, hang in there. 🙂

      • My younger son broke up with his long-time girlfriend a couple of weeks ago and you hit the nail on the head. I’m getting tired of “having to get to know” the next girlfriend and the next and the next. 😉

        Enjoy the weekend. It’s a three-day weekend for me. Will be getting out and seeing what our week of rain storms has done to the local rivers.

      • Ha ha! Yes, exactly! Sounds like a nice weekend. We’ve had rain lately too. Be sure to get some pictures! I love heading out with the camera after weather events of any kind because they make for great photos, don’t they? I’m heading out in a bit to spend some time with my parents over the long weekend. They live on a lake and there is a river across the street. I think I might do the same. 🙂

  12. These spontaneous moments can never be planned. The experience will likely leave a lasting impression as well. These emotional experiences often help define us and our lives. How many of us choose the “simpler choice” to do “nothing” and miss out on these moments?

    • Hi Jonathan! Right! I’m glad I went. Typically, I don’t go out with the two of them when they get together. The show was actually really good too! I hope all is well with you, I know I’ve been quiet lately… I’ve increased my private coaching practice and I love it. I’m working on board certification in holistic nursing as well. Wish all the very best to you in 2017, and thank you so much for stopping by. 🙂

      • Hope your 2017 provides all you hope for. I’m not surprised you’re busy; that is your M.O.! 🙂
        I believe your coaching will be incredibly rewarding for you and your patients/clients. I know how committed you are to helping improve the quality of people’s lives. Keep up the good work, but make certain you create time for YOURSELF!

  13. The same old fears. Doesn’t that kind of make it bearable? Easier to endure? You can find a way to cope with the same old fears. It’s the new, unknown, ones that cause the most terror.

  14. Somehow, this was kind of heartwarming Kelly

  15. One of my favorite PF songs along with money. Blue skies from pain, and smile from a veil?
    I enjoy your storytelling ability, you open the windows so we can see in. Thanks for following my blog, I hope you will investigate a little and let me know what you think.
    Fresh snow here last night and the trees look great, the limbs all white. I woke up to eight deer in my front yard, one limping and it was touching. Spring is late but still going to arrive.

    • Hello and thank you for the kind comment. I will check out your blog this weekend when I have more time.
      That’s nice that you still see what’s beautiful even though spring is being so stubborn… been stuck in this start-and-stop weather pattern long enough!
      Thanks again 🙂

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