Gwen Bell’s The Best of 2009 Blog Challenge continues. I’ve never done 31 blog posts in 31 days–but I’m game. This challenge is for the month of December and there’s a topic for each day.
Oh, this is an easy one!
In August, my son from Japan, Bill, his kids, Alex and Katie, visited us in Wisconsin for three weeks. We had a blast, but it was time for the kids to leave. We had just put them on the airplane to fly back to California. Bill was sad. I was sad.
We had arranged to meet my sister, Anne, and her husband, Richard, at a restaurant called The Macaroni Grill. We were having a great time together, but noticed this somewhat annoying opera singer being very boisterous. We looked at one another and said, “Boy, I hope he doesn’t come over to our table.”
Bingo.
Over he comes. The guy says, “I’ve been watching this table and think I am suppose to sing for this young man (my son).” Yikes! We were all speechless and had a sense of impending doom. We were all pale–and, of course, didn’t dare look at one another for fear we would laugh.
What to do?
The singer asked my son, “What can I sing to you to cheer you up?” A little dumbfounded, I told the guy that Bill was sad because his kids has just left. The guy smiled. Ah, no worries, I thought.
For the next 10 minutes which seemed like an hour, the guy sang this beautiful song to Bill. He would periodically wipe Bill’s eyes with his tie and wring it out. He would cradle Bill’s head to comfort him. All the while singing. Loudly. Dramatically. Embarassingly.
All the while all four of us were laughing so hard we were all crying.
God really does know what we need, when we need it.
Laughter is medicine for the soul. I am grateful.
Two of 31 posts. “Seeing” you soon.
Blessings!
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I love this post and how the heavens knew the medicine of song and laughter that your son needed. What a true confirmation that he is mystically supported in his life season of serving our country, sacrificing being with his sweet children and family for this. Having been someone who made a living singing table to table for way too many years….you just don’t know who you touch when you walk up to a table, open your mouth and let it flow. this posting reminded me of the many times i sang at a table. thank you on this day coach Lee.
You bet. I was amazed at how this came about. At the perfect moment, we received the perfect medicine. Music and song and laughter–all medicine for our soul!
Love it. Thanks for sharing.
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