8/25/90

In my mind, I’ve been lost lately. Losing my soul mate has riveted me to my mortal coil. My spirit wants to fly free from this body and desperately be where his spirit has flown. Everything,  EVERYTHING, reminds me of him. I know God has more for me to do so I stuff my grief down as far as I can “suck it up buttercup.” I wake with tears and fall asleep with tears in my eyes. And some days I can stop them, but other days are just for crying. The days my eyes clear, I am looking for God’s purpose for this broken-hearted widow. God never disappoints and when I live that purpose it helps me to smile. I also feel Ken cheering me on so double bonus.

August 25th 1990, Ken and I went to a Poco/38 Special concert at the Millington Air Base. That was 32 years ago today. It is memories like these that sustain me.

I was 6 months pregnant with our 1st child together, Ian.  I can still see his black hi-top Chuck Taylor Converse, Rolling Stones concert shirt, and faded Levis. I had on overalls and felt so unattractive, but he said, “You have never been more beautiful.” We sat on the grass on a blanket and he held me when those wonderful love songs played: Crazy Love, Rose of Cimarron, Heart of the Night, and his favorite Brass Buttons. 

Poco was the opening act. Before Ken, I had no clue about Poco. I had heard their songs but just thought they sounded like The Eagles. Ken told me, “No The Eagles actually sounded like Poco.” He then explained the genealogy of the two bands and yes students the empirical evidence shows The Eagles sound originated with Poco.  We both loved music so much. He and I were prodigies of the air guitar. We both would have loved to have been born with musical ability, but we could only be music enthusiasts. My music tastes matched his perfectly because I was brought up listening to 70’s music, his Era, thanks to my big brothers and sisters. It was just uncanny how well we matched up despite the 14 year age difference. 

Thirty-two years ago seems like yesterday. The other day when I asked Alexa to play songs by Poco, I said the first song would be our Poco song. Guess what it was, students. Back row exactly right! Crazy Love! I let the tears flow, but they were grateful, happy, and ugly big tears. So grateful to have had this kind love that lasted our thirty-three years. Happy to know he truly loved me with every fiber of his being. Big, ugly tears remembering how we always had our Saturdays by the pool listening to music, weekend mornings when he would wake us up with music, and when he played “our” songs just for me and I would go to the study and kiss him which led to other good stuff. (Sorry students, I know TMI.) Today I will definitely sit outside and watch the sun set while listening to Poco. Will I cry? Most assuredly but a good one.

Sarah Anderson Alley 

Sal the Crazy Love Gal

Quotes by Poco

Count the stars in the summer sky

That fall without a sound

And then pretend that you can’t hear

These teardrops coming down

It happens all the time

This crazy love of mine

Wrapped around my heart

Refusing to unwind

Ooh-ooh, crazy love, ah

Hearts like yours belong

Following the dawn

Wrapped up in a song

Rose of Cimarron

In the heart of the night

In the cool southern rain

There’s a full moon in sight

Shining down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises

Just like she used to do

She’s so full of surprises

She reminds me of you

In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans

There’s a night bird singing

Right on through till the dawn

And the streets are still ringing

With people carrying on

It’s been so long waiting

Just to be here again

Anticipating

All the time I could spend

In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

And I trust in your love never falling down

I trust in your love

Just like I do in this town

Whoa, never falling down

Whoa, never falling down

In the heart of the night

In the cool fallin’ rain

There’s a full moon in sight

Shining down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises

Just like she used to do

She’s so full of surprises

Oh, momma, she reminds me of you

Right here, in the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night

Down in New Orleans

And I’m so glad to be back in New Orleans

Please don’t wake me, don’t shake me

If it’s only, if it’s only just a dream

It’s the only place I can face that feels so right

Below that Dixie moon and loving you

In the heart of the night

Author: showtunessal

Me! I am a retired teacher. I taught 20 years. I retired because of my weakened condition but my mind is afire. I read, write, reflect, and write every day. My POV is usually as a teacher but not always. I have a bucket list and on it is to be a published author. I have many books to write. I want a cure for ALS. I want to spread LOVE. I want my maker to use me until I'm completely exhausted. Life is for living. "Enjoy every sandwich" Warren Zevon

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