Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love (love)
Seasons of love (love)

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned or the way that she died

It’s time now, to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
(Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love)
Remember the love
(You know that love is a gift from up above)
Remember the love
(Share love, give love, spread love)
Measure in love
(Measure, measure your life in love)

Seasons of love
Seasons of love
(Measure your life, measure your life in love)

I love this song from the musical ‘Rent’. I like the line ‘How do you measure the life of a woman or man?’ and the chorus says ‘how about love?’ I think that rings true, especially when you remember a loved one who has died. My dear Uncle passed away this year and I have been struggling with the grief associated to his death. And I feel this song helps, I don’t know why or how, but it does so I’ll borrow these lyrics as they seem to help me presently.

I feel that if I measured my Uncle’s life in a year or in all of his 73 years, it was filled with love, he abundantly gave his love – to his wife, children, family and friends. I learnt much from him even though he wasn’t directly ‘teaching’ me – it was through general observation; seeing how he was with others, how he treated people. He was a very generous, humorous, smart and gentle man as well as a gentleman. He wasn’t perfect but that’s what made him endearing. No one is perfect, but they may be perfect for the people around them.

I can’t take away from the grief his family feels at his loss but it has also been a constant struggle for me and I feel it will always be. The Paris tragedy brought back the grief I felt at hearing about his death. The compassion I felt was great for the people of Paris (or anywhere in the world where there is loss of life). Even as I write this, I have tears. But I would rather rejoice and talk about what a wonderful person my uncle was and still is. His family love him and miss him dearly. He is missed by many and had a great impact on a lot of lives – directly or indirectly. That was evidenced by the many who attended his funeral and those who spoke about him dearly then and since.

For everyone who has lost a dear loved one, I feel it is something that slowly becomes less painful but the memories will remain. Keep those memories alive and speak about them as if they are still with you, because they are – in your hearts.

loved missed

 

Image sourced from the internet

 

 

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4 comments

  1. elrey06 · November 27, 2015

    Such an amazing post! I carry my grandmother with me everyday and she’s been gone over 10 years. Love will forever linger in our hearts and that is truly comforting!

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    • tigre23 · November 27, 2015

      Thanks for your kind comments, it’s always hard when you have lost a loved one. Your grandmother is alive in your heart ❤.

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  2. laroseedespetiteschoses · November 24, 2015

    Thank you for sharing this post with us. Love will never die!

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    • tigre23 · November 24, 2015

      Thanks for your kind comments. This took me a long time to be able to write about and it was another one of those synchronicities – I haven’t heard this song for years and when I heard it, the ideas flowed from there. I also didn’t want to take away from anyone else’s grief.

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