There's a six week waiting list for therapy. Not much hope of an early glimpse into the healing crystal ball , then, -and little sign of a bright future fortold through tear-ruby eyes. Just as well Carol Kidd lent her vision for a squint at life affirming potential after bereavement.
Macfarlane would have loved her concert last Thursday night. Indeed I felt his foot and fingertapping presence beside me at her performance in the Queen's Hall.
Unusual for me to be so spontaneous about booking entertainment. My present mindset made it even more surprising that I did that very thing. Was it an act of desperation or karma that led me there - or both?
Anyway, it was Dotty who put the "Scotsman" article under my nose. God knows how long it has been since I had the will to look at the headlines in a newspaper, never mind open it up to look inside.
She saved it for me. Knowing how much the man had loved mainstream jazz, not to mention the singer herself, she thought Carol's story might resonate a little and shake me for a moment from my indulgence in dispair.
Interim self-help. Worth a try.
You may well understand when you read it. Try this link -
http://living.scotsman.com/music.cfm?id=347072006 -
And for future reference -
http://www.thequeenshall.net/tickets/index.php
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I too could feel Dan beside you at the concert, glad to see you for a moment happy and soothed. He is in fact around us all the time in portobello and in your house. It's so hard to come to terms with the fact that his presence is not physical. The small things still make you smile Mags - a warm bottle in the bed, flowers on the table, a glass of the dram with loving friends. He will always enjoy that. Just hang on.. I'm sure that Carol Kidd had some lyrics for that.
Love Jan
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