My husband, a natural born musician, passed on last December. While planning his funeral, sitting on his side of the bed near the door in the corner of the room, listening to a TV new age music channel, wearing his shirt, and sobbing now and then, a most beautiful instrumental by Angels of Venice caught my attention. I looked up to see the words 'Sad Lisa' floating across the TV screen. My name is Lisa.
The next day I bought the Angels of Venice CD. I told my sister about the beautiful music and how I hoped it was a message from my husband. She called me back within the hour to let me know the song was by Cat Stevens and told me to read the words of the song.
My husband's urn was on a memorial table in the hall outside our bedroom. I had spent days wandering our large home alone. I was crying on his shirt in the corner by the door. Somehow, he sent me this most beautiful song.
I love him more than life itself, and he loved me, for over 20 years. I know now that he'll show me the way if he can. And he knows no one can see me, the real me that is. The me that he knew.
My husband, a natural born musician, passed on last December. While planning his funeral, sitting on his side of the bed near the door in the corner of the room, listening to a TV new age music channel, wearing his shirt, and sobbing now and then, a most beautiful instrumental by Angels of Venice caught my attention. I looked up to see the words 'Sad Lisa' floating across the TV screen. My name is Lisa.
The next day I bought the Angels of Venice CD. I told my sister about the beautiful music and how I hoped it was a message from my husband. She called me back within the hour to let me know the song was by Cat Stevens and told me to read the words of the song.
My husband's urn was on a memorial table in the hall outside our bedroom. I had spent days wandering our large home alone. I was crying on his shirt in the corner by the door. Somehow, he sent me this most beautiful song.
I love him more than life itself, and he loved me, for over 20 years. I know now that he'll show me the way if he can. And he knows no one can see me, the real me that is. The me that he knew.