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Playing Flesh of my Flesh - really "Dearly Departed"
Sun, 2008-08-10 22:06 - almost_human
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Allow me to be sappy.
I posted this video mostly so you could hear it - it doesn't really relate well to the story in the video
- I also just edited the lyrics - I don't think these were right as originally transcribed by someone else.
I love Devotchka.
This song is probably about death, thus the title "Dearly Departed"
But to me, it is about the mourning of a parent for the child they have lost,
and it comforts me as it could be the song of a birth mother for the child she has lost.
Here are the lyrics:
Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine
The right words
Were always hard to find
When all our times were fine
When darling you were mine, all mine
And I know, I know you had no choice
But I how I miss your voice
Singing right with mine
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
Ah come back home
All this darkness, cannot hurt us
Cause they made you from the light
Here on birthplace, don't be nervous
We will make it through, this night
Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
Ah come back home
I could listen to this a hundred times in a row.
I gravitate to melancholy music - it lifts me up.
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There is indeed, a strange sense of comfort knowing there are others who know deep suffering, and they know it on a very intimate level. Every once in a while I like to indulge in a good visceral bleeding... it feels good to keep my broken heart alive... I believe it's what keeps me real.
I was told my mother used to sing when she was pregnant with me... I'd like to think that's why I have always found myself drawn to the sultry soulful sound of a woman's voice. I also really like the sound of male rage and angst in that alternative-rock-sort of way. Both sounds I find healing in very different ways.
others who know deep suffering,
The deep suffering I find here is the only kind that can bring me some solace in knowing YOU know what my children must feel. By being a RAD adult myself, and constantly trying to make it right for my kids ; I can only find refuge among you who have experienced it all before me. Your roars of indignity surround me, yet they are a comfort to my soul. I try my best to hear the pain so that I can recognize it in my children and show them the empathy they need. You all teach me well...
Now, the ole woman has something else to share that I hope will bring shared voices of pity for yet another abuse:
My 9 year old daughter and son have just been moved to our good friends' from church home. I KNEW something was wrong in the foster home (they went there after the 13 year old MR/CP went outside naked) and pleaded with our group meeting to let them be moved. We moved them yesterday and my daughter told me she was sexually molested twice by a 13 year old girl that shared a room with her... She trusted me enough to tell me. She really didn't understand all that had happened. I am in the process of: letting DHS know; reporting and getting my daughter back to her own therapist. Can any of you tell me what else to do? I did NOT get mad; I only loved my daughter and told her we would make it right in whatever way we could. She does not want me to tell... HOW do I tell and not break her trust? SOMEONE tell me what to do????? PLEASE HELP ME!
We are headed for Vacation Bible School at the church so I will have a chance to ask her again to please let me tell. I love her so much! This shit is out there! ALL OVER, it is out there waiting for innocent young children! God have mercy... Please forgive me.
One Step Up From Bottom,
Teddy
Improving a grave situation
I think you handled this situation very well. Hopefully your daughter's therapist will be able to determine if the molestation took place, and appropriate legal action can take place from there. Meanwhile, the best thing you can do is remind her you are trying everything in your power to keep her protected. As many of us know, there are predators everywhere, so no parent can promise "no harm will be done to you", but you can promise her your love and dedication to her is going no where. Be prepared to be tested, and be prepared to prove she can always come to you, and not face rejection.
update
Here's what happened.... I told her I HAD to keep her safe, and any other child who may go into that home. Nothing was reported until noon today, Monday and it was not me, it was our kind in home worker, so it would NOT be me.
I told my daughter this is TOO big for her to handle and mom would handle it.
I had talked to her more and she knew I was going to get help with what to do; she does like this worker. She was not mad at me and for that I'm thankful. I then told this to the home she is staying in as they love these kids so much.
My daughter MUST come first; she will not be questioned alone and she will NOT have to testify. There will be an investigation that does not include her, only the former foster home.
I know you are right about the testing... it hurts me to my very soul. I must stay strong and let her know that my love will never change.
She told me in detail what happened and it was very convincing; plus about what a 13 year old girl would do to a nine year old girl. It was twice and then my daughter told her no, she didn't like it. I am so proud of her. Yet we all know how vulnerable we are and how hard it is to stand up for ourselves.
Thank you all for listening and your words. It was heartbreaking, but she did tell me. God have mercy.
Sincerely,
Teddy
One Step Up From Bottom,
Teddy
holy crap
what a dilemma:
i've pm'd you.
plaintiff and pure
his voice just cuts through me, and the toy piano and the chorus in the background, as well as all the melancholy sounds
all unite to express what was severed, that rift, what we've lost. what i have known with our own children.