Chances are if you sit anywhere near me, I’m going to talk to you.
One of our grandkids once said, “Pop Pop will talk to a telephone pole.” To which I said, “True, you never know when you might meet up with one that talks back.”
I saw the three of them come in but really didn’t pay much attention until one of them moved into our row and sat down next to my wife and me. I would judge this young lady to be in her late 30s’. Next thing - it’s “Where are you from?... Been here before?... You like Amy and Vince?” The conversation between the two of us flowed easily. From our conversation she told us, "My sister and I brought my mother here for the Christmas show; Mom has always wanted to come to Nashville and she loves Vince and Amy.” She went on to tell us that the previous week they had been in New York City at the Sloan Kettering Cancer Hospital. “Mother has been diagnosed with cancer and next week we are going to a hospital in Houston for special treatment for her; her diagnoses is not good.” She has always wanted to come here and so my sister and I decided to bring her tonight. We have planned this for some time.”
Amy and Vince’s Christmas show was outstanding. My wife, Barbara and I have not missed one since moving from New Jersey to Nashville in late 2002. As the concert ended the audience began to make its way from the Ryman to the outer steps. As my wife and I stepped down from the last step onto the street, I saw the three of them just off to our right. The mother in the middle and her two daughters, one on each side. It was evident the mother’s health was not good. Sad, I thought to myself; you probably know what I was thinking. Silently I said a prayer for that mother and her two daughters. Earlier in the evening Amy shared something she had written with the audience. A portion of that writing goes:
of loved ones, who bring to me, all that I come from
and all that I live for, and all that I’m going to be.
My precious family is more than an heirloom to me.”
On Christmas day in 1975 I sat, along with my mother, in my dad’s hospital room and in less than a month he would be gone. I wondered about this lady, her two daughters and her fate.
On this day before Christmas capture the moment.
December 24, 2011
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
On this day before Christmas capture the moment.
December 24, 2011
Keep on,
Larry Adamson