Six months ago today, we lost our Maddy. It was
unquestionably the darkest day of my life. Many other dark days followed.
Her absence has been deafening and profound.
When I saw Mary Poppins Returns a few months ago, I fell in
love with the soundtrack, and in particular, with this song.
Maddy is one of my Lost Things.
The Place Where Lost Things Go
from Mary Poppins Returns
Do you ever lie awake at night?
Just between the dark and the morning light
Searching for the things you used to know
Looking for the place where the lost things go
Do you ever dream or reminisce?
Wondering where to find what you truly miss
Well maybe all those things that you love so
Are waiting in the place where the lost things go
Memories you've shed
Gone for good you feared
They're all around you still
Though they've disappeared
Nothing's really left
Or lost without a trace
Nothing's gone forever
Only out of place
So maybe now the dish
And my best spoon
Are playing hide and seek
Just behind the moon
Waiting there until
It's time to show
Spring is like that now
Far beneath the snow
Hiding in the place
Where the lost things go
Time to close your eyes so sleep can come around
For when you dream you'll find all that's lost is found
Maybe on the moon or maybe somewhere new
Maybe all you're missing lives inside of you
So when you need her touch and loving gaze
Gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase
Smiling from a star that she makes glow
Trust she's always there watching as you grow
Find her in the place where the lost things go
Music by Marc Shaiman
Lyrics by Scott Wittman
While I was reading about guilt and grief earlier today, I
came across a blog post written by Alyssa Limperis. Even though our situations
differ – she was writing about the loss of her father while I continue to
grieve the loss of Maddy – I am convinced that we can find solace in someone perfectly
capturing our feelings in a way that we ourselves have been unable to articulate:
"And I can feel lucky that I still have that love.
Feel
lucky that that kind of love
doesn’t go away with a body.
It stays with me, I’m
built from it.
I’m made up of that kind of mighty love."
C, Ginny, and I have survived the past six months because we
hold on to the memory of Maddy's mighty love.
Happy Tails to you…