RSS

Tonight I Wanna Cry

16 Oct

Tonight I Wanna Cry, Keith Urban

Katie should be turning twenty this coming Thursday, October 19, 2017. I can’t even imagine the woman she would have grown into had she survived to see that day. 

I find myself so very sad – absolutely heartbroken that the days I could imagine a future for her are gone. 

This song is about a breakup – she left him – walked away. 

I know Katie didn’t walk away. . . but this sentiment still rings true in my heart, “The way that it was and could have been surrounds me” . . . 

Oh, how it hurts that what could have been will never be!

Lyrics

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There’s pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I’ll never get over you walkin’ away

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on
“All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry


There’s no bottle of wine, I’m not drunk, and pride be damned, I just want to let go of all this pain, to let it fall like rain because all I want to do is cry. 

To cry out all the sadness and sorrow. . . 

all the regrets, longing and missed opportunities. . . 

 to release all those painful emotions like an exhaled breath . . . 

hoping that the next breath I draw will miraculously infuse my heart and mind with the peace that so often feels beyond my reach.

I just want to cry!

How I miss when we were us!

When Katie was mine to enjoy up close and personal.

The echoes of her laughter are fading. 

The feel of her hand in mine a distant memory. 

And silence reigns where chatter once filled every corner of my home.

I so much miss her presence. Her smile. Her – and who we were when she was here – when we were Us.


This is what the Lord says: “A sound was heard in Ramah. It was painful crying and much sadness. Rachel cries for her children. And she cannot be comforted, because her children are dead!” ~ Jeremiah 31:15 ICB

Like Rachel, there are days that I simply can’t be comforted. Days I refuse to be comforted because all but one of my children are dead! I could shroud their deaths in more positive language. I could say they are “living eternally” instead of using the harsh language of death. I could refer to the day of their deaths as their Heaven Date. But, I don’t want to use pretty words to disguise the painful reality that “they are no more”, as some Bible translations describe Rachel’s children. They are gone, not lost with the hope of being found and returned to me. They are dead and my heart wails out it’s despair.

Heaven is richer for Katie’s presence, but this world is far, far poorer in her absence. 

I can’t celebrate her presence in Heaven with any real sincerity because I am not yet a resident there. Instead, I struggle to find a way to celebrate what was, while living in this painful vacuum of her absence. 

It was never supposed to be like this and I desperately miss when she was mine!

Keith Urban & Miranda Lambert, When We Were Us

 

Partial Lyrics

God, I miss when you were mine

Back when that song was a song
I could sing along without thinkin bout you every time it came on
Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without wishin that empty seat was you
Money was gas, dreams were dust
Love was fast and we were us

 
3 Comments

Posted by on October 16, 2017 in Grief, Links, Music

 

Tags: , , ,

3 responses to “Tonight I Wanna Cry

  1. Nancy

    October 16, 2017 at 6:39 am

    Oh yes, Janet! Your Katie on Thursday, my Johnny would be 30 this Friday, the 20th. I keep thinking of the career he worked so hard to attain, the family he would have had, the brother he was, the son he would have been. The verse is so true.

    Like

     
    • Janet Boxx

      October 16, 2017 at 1:12 pm

      I try hard not to dwell on those “what could have beens”. I recognize that all of my children had/will have every single moment ordained for them before they were ever born. I know that all the future expectations I held for them were never part of God’s plans for them, so they, technically, didn’t miss out on anything. However, even if those milestone life events were not ordained for our children they do represent very real hijacked expectations and hopes for us. So on occasion I allow myself to mourn for those things – to wallow a bit in my disappointment – to let it sink in and cry over not only their absence but also the experiences I will miss out on because their lives were too short. Yesterday was one of those days. There may be several more between now and Bethany’s birthday two weeks after Katie’s. This is for sure one of those blocks of time where uninvited visitors would not be greeted with enthusiasm!

      30 . . . it’s hard to fathom the many disappointing missed opportunities you have already encountered. I’m so sorry. I know your heart longs for Johnny just as King David wept over Absalom upon hearing of his son’s death in 2 Samuel 18:33:

      “The king was overcome with emotion. He went up to the room over the gateway and burst into tears. And as he went, he cried, “O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you! O Absalom, my son, my son.”” ~ NLT

      Like

       
  2. Karen Harmening

    October 20, 2017 at 4:14 pm

    Janet, thank you so much for sharing transparently the ache of your shattered heart. You have endured so much more loss than me, but your words resonate deeply with my shattered heart. The constant tension of the promises, truths and hope we know to be true from God’s Word against the crippling indescribable pain of the deaths of our children, and in your case every parent’s worst nightmare, multiple children. My heart regularly aches for yours, I am lifting you up in prayer this moment and will continue to each time the Lord prompts, I’m sure He will prompt frequently over the next two weeks as Bethany’s birthday approaches. Much love in Him~ Karen

    Like

     

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: