Today is Mick Jagger’s birthday. July 26th. A day I always remember since I grew up loving & idolizing him. I fell in love with his music at a very early age, since my sister was always playing her Stones albums.
I recognized the power and poetry of some of their lyrics, as I was discovering my own voice and ability to write poetry. I thought about him as I walked through Central Park.
Mick was my imaginary high school boyfriend, since I was too shy & troubled to have my own. He shared in my college experience as his music was always playing on my cassette recorder, and as I realized my dream of seeing him in concert for the first time in 1989, while I was a sophomore.
His music played while I had the joy of giving birth to my daughter, and helped as tears went by through many miscarriages. He helped me navigate through a world that seemed to be painted black.
After my 19th nervous breakdown, I was able to give birth to a son, and we moved to sweet Virginia.
We seemed to be getting what we wanted. A nice family & place to live. Walks in the park, summer vacations, and nice visits from Grandma & Grandpa.
Then one year ago today, July 26th, we lost Grandpa to pancreatic cancer.
This date now takes on a different meaning. It is a sad reminder of the joy & fragility of life.
We are saddened that we didn’t get more time with Grandpa & that he couldn’t watch his grandchildren grow up.
We are out of time, but we are not out of love.
And as I sit here playing my Stones songs today, I will think of Mick, and I will think of Grandpa.
And I will remember that though you can’t always get what you want, if you try sometimes, you can still get & spread all the love that you need…………..
RIP Grandpa. We love & Miss you