MMMM Sweet Sister.

I read Cathy from Curious as a Cathy post for MMMM. She said it’s a free choice week and she chose to write about her younger brother who died before his time. Cathy’s post inspired me to write one for my Sister Mary who died also before her time. I hope you don’t mind Cathy.

My beautiful sister Mary and I about thirty years ago.

© willowdot21 Mary and I , Mary seated.

If only I’d made more time
To travel to your door
If only we’d lived closer
Or I’d known what I know now, before.
If only I had told you how much I really care
If only I could touch you, If only you were still here.

© willowdot21

My  dear  and  beautiful second eldest  sister died  in October 2015 . She was a nursing  sister  all her  working  life and  she  touched  so many  lives. She died a horrible  and  painful  death due  to a  drug  resistant  bug. 

Last moments

The  machines  murmured and  slowly  stopped their pings
As her  soul, finally  at  peace, found it’s  wings.
After months  of  pain  and  strain
She  was  free  again.
I hope  you  are with  your  true love and  dancing  to  a sweet refrain.
God  Bless  you  sister  dear
I miss  you  so, yet still feel  you near.
Your going left a scar
I see you everyehere like a burning star.

© willowdot21

She loved musicals, Opera, films, books, she was an author for Mills and Boon. Here is some of the music that she loved.

MMMM is a Blog Hop, the head host is Xmas Dolly, and the co-hosts are Cathyfrom Curious as a Cathy, joined by the knowledgeable Stacy ofStacy Uncorked and Ramblin’ AM.

Boogie on everyone .💜💜💜

Song Lyric Sunday. Siblings.

Today is Sunday, time for Song Lyric Sunday. Our host Jim Adam’s prompt this week September 27, 2020 – Brother/Sibling/Sister.

I have chosen Come Dancing by the Kinks.

Come Dancing” is a 1982 song written by Ray Davies and performed by British rock group the Kinks on their 1983 album State of Confusion. The song was inspired by Davies’ memories of his older sister, Rene, who died of a heart attack while dancing at a dance hall. The lyrics, sung from the perspective of an “East Endbarrow boy,” are about the boy’s sister going on dates at a local Palais dance hall. When first released as a single in United Kingdom in November 1982, “Come Dancing” failed to chart. Although Arista Records founder Clive Davis had reservations about releasing the single in the United States due to the English subject matter of dance halls, the track saw an American single release in April 1983. “Come Dancing” reached number six on the Hot 100, becoming the band’s highest US charting single in over a decade and tying with “Tired of Waiting for You” as the band’s highest charting single ever. This success was achieved largely with the help of a promotional music video directed by Julien Temple that saw frequent airing on MTV. As a result of its American success, the single was re-released in Britain. Unlike its first release, the single became a top 20 British hit, reaching number 12.

“Come Dancing” is a tribute to the Davies brothers’ older sister Rene. Living in Canada with her reportedly abusive husband, the 31-year-old Rene was visiting her parental home in Fortis Green at the time of Ray Davies’ thirteenth birthday—21 June 1957—on which she surprised him with a gift of the Spanish guitar he had tried to persuade his parents to buy him. That evening, Rene, who had a weak heart as a result of a childhood bout of rheumatic fever, suffered a fatal heart attack while dancing at the Lyceum ballroom.

Ray Davis said “Rene had died dancing in a ballroom in London in the arms of a stranger. … Coming back from Canada where she’d emigrated [from the U.K.] to die, really, and again, being a source of inspiration. … She gave me my first guitar, which was quite a great parting gift.”

Lyrics

They put a parking lot on a piece of land
When the supermarket used to stand
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local pally
That’s where the big bands used to come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
Why not come dancing, it’s only natural
Another Saturday, another date
She would be ready but she’s always make him wait
In the hallway, in anticipation
He didn’t know the night would end up in frustration
He’d end up blowing all his wages for the week
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek
Come dancing
That’s how they did it when I was just a kid
And when they said come dancing
My sister always did
My sister should have come in a midnight
And my mom would always sit up and wait
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late
Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight
Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate
The day they knocked down the pally
My sister stood and cried
The day they knocked down the pally
Part of my childhood died, just died
Now I’m grown up and playing in a band
And there’s a car park where the pally used to stand
My sister’s married and she lives on an estate
Her daughters go out, now it’s her turn to wait
She knows they get away with things she never could
But if I asked her I wonder if she would
Come dancing
Come on sister, have yourself a ball
Don’t be afraid to come dancing
It’s only natural
Come dancing
Just like the pally on a Saturday
And all her friends will come dancing
Where the big bands used to play

Lyrics from lyric find.com

Songwriters: Ray Davies Come Dancing lyrics © BMG Rights Management

In late 1982 I heard this song by the Kinks, I was expecting our youngest son, he was born 1983. I have always loved the Kinks. I remember thinking at the time I would love to go dancing… Anyway small piece of information when our youngest graduated Ray Davis, of the Kinks was a guest speaker at the ceremony. How’s that for a coincidence?

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Compassion Acrostic

Thinking of all those in need of compassion, at this time thinking of my brother in law lost in the grip of demantia and my sister coping but struggling.

I wrote this back in January 2015.

Compassion Acrostic.

Compassion

Comfort me in my hour of need

Open your eyes and ears to me, take heed

Mindfulness is needed here in the world

Pain and grief are like weapons hurled.

All the woes of this vale of tears

Scream loudly in our ears

Sacred heart give us hope

In you we trust , help us cope.

OH! help us to help each other

Now in our hour of need to love our sister and brother.

Compassion

Goodbye and God Bless To A Dear Sister

The  machines  murmured and  slowly  stop their pings

As her  soul, finally  at  peace was  released  and  found it’s  wings.

After months  of  pain  and  strain she  was  free  to  run and laugh  again.

I hope  you  are  back  with  your  true love and  dancing  to  a sweet refrain.

 

God  Bless  you  sister  dear

I shall miss  you  so,  yet still feel  you near.

The wonderful  times  you have given me  are

Memories  I  shall never  forget. You are  next  to me not  afar.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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