On the way to get some blood work done today (a horribly bad experience including blood, stitches and chipped teeth), I was listening to the new album by Train, “California 37″. “You Can Finally Meet My Mom” came on and I broke down (not my car, just me). There are these triggers that I swear my mom throws out there to make sure I never forget her. This song coming on this morning was a sign – I hope that someday I find love that I can sing this song to. It feels like I would say “You can finally meet my mom” to someone. I often tell people that I’ll ask my mom to watch out for someone who has recently passed – I think she does.
Even though it has been almost 23 years since she passed and will definitely be another 50+ years until it is time for me to go, I look forward to the day that I can introduce someone to my mom.
I’m not making light of things
But who’s to say what’s right with things like this
There’s so much that we miss
Trying so hard to be rich and famous, pretty and thin
To win, it’s a shame that youth is wasted on the young
So forget everything and just be with me here, now
For as long as we can
And whoever goes first, save a spot
You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls who won my heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot
You can finallly meet my mom
Thank you Train, for including this song…