Sad Songs

Heaven B&WWhen Pop died, Nana said it was for the best because he would be with Saint Peter and the bright lights of Heaven. We were watching the television when Pop rolled up his bed blanket and said he wanted to go home because the war was over. Then he fell down near the front door and some men came to take him away.

But it wasn’t long before they brought him back into the front room.  Nana said I had to say goodbye to him but there was no way I was going to give him a kiss for all eternity.  I would not kiss someone who was dead.

But I did look at him.

He was in his suit and he had his medals from the war on his chest.  And someone had put his teeth back in and his tongue wasn’t hanging out, the way it did before he died.  I don’t know how they did that because it was a really big tongue.  He was also wearing lipstick and makeup.  He still looked like a ghost.

Mum said she would bury him with Grandpa because she had bought a two-for-one burial plot. Pop and Grandpa always argued when they were alive and Mum said they could now argue for the endless time of the afterlife.

Nana never cried. But that night she put her sad songs on the gramophone and she whispered those words in my ear.

“But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow… And I shall hear though soft you tread above me. And then my grave shall warmer, sweeter be. For you will bend and tell me that you love me. And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. I love you, my dear boy.”

She said that Pop would always be with me, like that song. And so would she.

When people go away, you will still see them again, one day. One day, you will see your Nana again and then you can be with her forever and ever and you will never be alone. She will hold your hand as you walk down the street, singing together. And when you get home she will cuddle you on her lap by the fire and she will sing you one of her sad songs and whisper in your ear that she loves you and she will always love you.

She will always love you.

And you will be a man one day, and always love her.

And though she left me long, long ago, it is true. I will always love my Nana and sing her sad songs inside my heart until me meet again.


  1. Love to read your stories …

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