The Look of Love

Music always has meant a great deal to me and that is probably why it touches my heart. My grandson loves music, I heard him singing while playing the other day, all alone in his room. It's so cute! He said he was "happy." I cannot sing when I'm sad. Only when I'm happy. Sort of, like the birds in the spring.

Today I'm thinking of a song that came out in the sixties. It was entitled, "The Look of Love." Maybe you can recall some of the words. These are some of the ones I remember.
At that time it had no real significance to me, as it does now.
The look of Love is in your eyes
a look that time can't disguise,
The look of love is on your face
a look that time can't erase
The look of Love
is saying more than just
words can ever say
and if you could feel my heart
then you'd know
it takes my breath away...(refrain)
I have waited just to love you
now that I have found you
don't ever go. I love you so.

It doesn't matter where the person is that you love, it is felt within, distance does not matter. You do not have to physically see them, but want to be with them, always. You think about them all the time. Time does not equate with love. Their is no, distance, mountain, age, nothing will keep you from loving someone. It is truly a mystery. Love is an eternal flame.

My father is with me today, I can hear his laugh, feel his love. I know it is him because I've been hearing him sing the songs I only "recall" when he is near, in my mind. I hear his laugh. I remember the songs he'd sing when he was alive.
"Hear comes heaven again, Oh you angel face, you don't need a halo or wings, you can do such fabulous things." He'd sing that about my mom. He loved her so much. Another of his favorites, was a theme song from a movie, " There's a Summer Place, where it may rain or storm yet I'm safe and warm for within that summer place your arms reach out to me and my heart free from all cares. There are no gloomy skys when seen through the eyes of those who are blessed with love." Then, "Reach for a Star." Italians are known to be hopeless romantics. Both he and his family were very kind people. The song he picked for me was, "Laura," because he named me after his mother. She was special to him, as I was.

My parents did not have much, but they knew what love was. When you have love, you have everything! Love is the greatest gift of all. I know that now. I was the one who had to tell her that he passed away, and I saw her reaction. She died with him in a sense. It wasn't because she did everything for him, but she didn't want to live without him. The loss of his presence, not being able to be with him, is what killed her, long before the cancer got her.

I've seen so many people live in the past, with their photo's and memories, recalling the love they once knew. The good news is that they are "still" with us. Sometimes you feel their presence.
I understand, especially when I hear my husband talk about Mario, his dad or, friend Linda talk about her mother or father, or brother. We all hold our deceased family members and friends in our hearts. We need to talk about them. Last night, at the turkey party and spaghetti dinner, annually held in our parish, Tom remembered his friend by a moment of silence. George, who recently passed away, participated in this event for approximately forty years. In our church we say the words "Memory Eternal," beautifully said, because only God has the power to remember all of us forever.

The other day, my little grandson had to go home. I tried to soften the blow, but he wears his feelings on his sleeve, to coin an expression. He has the very best parents in the world and a beautiful home with all wonderful things. But, his little heart was broken because he had to leave someone he loves,"me."

Not being with the one you love, that is what hell is. Sometimes you cannot be with that person because they are in the military, or prison, or in a hospital. Even out state, but whatever the reason, (as many as their are), separation causes great pain.

Maybe you know what I'm talking about?