SINGING

I think you know me well enough now... don't you? Is there anything I could tell you that would shock you? Or, have I adequately prepared you for the fact that if anything, I am a little bit crazy and always unpredictable.

My husband had a wonderful singing voice. The ability to sing was on my "must have" list for a husband as I am not blessed with such a talent but certainly wanted that to be an option for my children. My inability to sing was often a source for laughs in our marriage.

On one vacation we were driving through a country road on our way to my grandparents. On the side of the road sat a blue tractor with a 'for sale' sign. I am a bit of a people watcher.. and enjoy imagining how people got where they are in life. I started questioning my husband what his guess was for why that tractor was for sale. As we continued the drive... I wrote my husband a little song..

Got a tractor for sale
Tractor for sale
Such a pertty color blue
Had 'er ev'r since she new
Got myself a new wife
Headed for the good life
Got a tractor for sale
Tractor for sale
She runs just like a peach
But now I'm headed for the beach
Got a tractor for sale
Tractor for sale

This song became one of my favorite to sing to my husband whenever we needed a laugh or were messing around. To compliment my lack of singing, I could throw in my great country twang.

In the last hours of Chris' life, watching him struggle to breathe was difficult. He had a seizure in the afternoon as the children were leaving and had not woken since then. He just laid their seemingly sitting on the edge of this life and the next. I just wished for him to be released of the pains of this mortal body. I wanted him to 'go'.

I sat on the edge of his bed talking to him. In my crazy ways I said to him, "I bet if I started singing to you, that would make you leave quicker". And so I sang... Got a Tractor for sale... tractor for sale.... He stayed a few hours more, it didn't seem to hurry his departure. But somehow I believe his spirit was laughing.