Submitted by Christine aka musecrossing on Sep 27, 2011
Update from the blipstarz.net Blipaton on Sunday, Sept 25.
Sunday September 25th began first in the Southern Hemisphere. My fellow DJ’s down under were first to spin songs for Stella and her Moms. 13 hours l8r, my friends in the Northern Hemisphere took the torch & carried on. All through the day, so many of them laid their hearts on the line, urging their listeners to send love to the family & if possible a donation of any amount, a dime, the cost of a cup of coffee, whatever.
I spent almost all day on the computer, watching blips float by from Australia, Austria, Brazil, Canada, Israel, Japan, New Zealand, United Kingdom, France, Netherlands and Germany and spinning my own songs for Stella Joy.
As my dear friend DJ DavidL1313 from Layfield, U.K. noted: “Can you feel the love from across the universe?” and I could.
These words of my friend & DJ in Wales, Shanti01 sums up the day very well:”heart warming love given 2 a little girl most of us will never know. Music is love, blipstars.”
A special thanks to Angie74 of Blipstarz for making our day possible, once I let her know my wish.
Too many contributors to mention, but I cannot forget atheDJ, battlady, bellbtmblues, cpcdiniz, c3p0, Dancer12, damntheman, dangeloflove, diamondgal, donnadontplay, ear4you, ellendiane, howieward, keithold, ladypyn, lilwldchld, love4me, mizhelena, msmercurial, OrganicSue, rocket1206, scotlandtartanlover, shellsie, streamingmimi, sweet chayenne, AmyisImaginary, ncvibes, Vilesy & pls forgive me if I have left you out.
When I woke in the night unable to sleep I looked up at the firmament which usually is covered with so much smog you cannot see the stars. But last night, they shone brightly, for Stella, our star. I think she felt the love.
Light, Love & Blessings
Christine aka musecrossing
Aimee, this is your cousin Christine, aka Christiny Jelly Beany – so nicknamed by your Mom Marilyn – my fav cousin. When Marl gave me the news about Stella at the end of August, I cried. Marl didn’t give me the news sooner because of her unselfish nature in view of the fact that I am a new grandmother myself. Not a day has gone by since then that I have not prayed for a miracle for Stella & prayed for you, Mishi & all the family. I have many many followers & listeners on Twitter & BLIPFM where my alias is musecrossing. I wrote a post on my blog Caution Muse Crossing, http://www.canadianchristine.wordpress.com. Several healers at the Distant Healing Network are also sending prayers & healing thoughts daily for Stella & sending you & Mishi strength. Aimee, your parents chose the best name for you. Please remember that you are loved like no other. I love you, Aimee.
How can it be when your two-year old baby daughter is dying? When my favourite cousin called me one week ago to give me the news about her little grand-daughter Stella, I burst into tears. Marilyn had been putting off telling me because I am a new grandmother. Such selflessness is in her nature. If she had let me know sooner, I could have started praying for a miracle sooner because the doctors’ July diagnosis of a malignant brain tumour is terminal and they have given Stella three months to live. But I am not giving up hope. If you would care to read Stella’s story and send her and her mothers Mishi and Aimee and all the family heart energy, I will be forever grateful …www.stellabrunermethven.com
… it takes you two days to get over a rock concert. Well, not just any rock concert, but On The Run , Sir Paul McCartney’s sold-out performance on Tues., July 26th in front of 16,723 adoring fans.
When my BFF asked me two months “Are you busy on July 26th”? I said no without even consulting my agenda. When Sue my BFF extends an invitation, you know unequivocally, it’s gonna rock.
For Sue and me, Paul McCartney, notwithstandning Wings and his solo career, was and will always be one of The Beatles. His 2-3/4 hour, 35-song concert was sheer perfection. It could only have been more perfect if the other remaining Beatle, Ringo had been the drummer. You see, Paul was always my BFF’s fav and Ringo was mine. What a memorable evening !
Almost as unforgettable as the afternoon of September 8, 1964, the day after Labour Day & the first day of high school, when we two teenage friends screamed our lungs out with 9,500 other Beatlemaniacs, mostly girls,for 35 minutes virtually drowning out the 12 Beatle songs at their show – we called them shows in the good ole days, not concerts — on the Montreal Forum stage. Short but sweet, it was. We didn’t feel gypped, even at the astonashing $5 per ticket cost.The Beatles never again performed here although individual Fab Four members did over the years, but I never went to their shows.
47 years later, same 2 friends, as young as ever – OK, the blonde hair helps — excitedly attended Sir Paul’s On The Run concert. Our tickets were in the Parterre, at $250 a pop, and we stood on our stiletto’s the whole time because everyone in front of us was standing. Thankfully there were the video screens, so you could see Paul’s blue eyes up close and personal-like. I really needn’t have brought my binoculars.
The show was brilliant, but for me, the moments I will remember longest are the moments when Paul wore his heart on his sleeve and bore his soul, giving us a glimpse into the personal Paul and not just the consummate showman. Like this:
Yeah, you know, you probably noticed, in Britain we had a Royal Wedding this year. (applause) Yeah, I know they came over here. And, on the morning of the wedding I was with my little girl and I said to her: You know, I said, I’ve got a song that is called I Will (applause). And I said, wouldn’t it be great if at weddings instead of I do people would say I will? I just happened to mention it and then we watched the wedding and there’s the Vicar saying: Will you take this bloke to be your lawfully wedded husband? And Kate says, I will.
And this moment: before Paul broke into Here Today, this is what he said: C’est un chancon pour mon ami, John. I say to people, I say to people, if you want to tell people something nice, you want to tell them I love you, sometimes you say, I’ll say it tomorrow or I’ll say it another time; but then, when they pass away, it’s too late and you say and you think, it’s too late, I wish I’d said it. I always say to people, try to say it now, don’t wait. And this next song was written with John in mind and it’s our conversation that we didn’t have.
AND IF I SAY I REALLY KNEW YOU WELL,
WHAT WOULD YOUR ANSWER BE?
IF YOU WERE HERE TODAY.
UH, UH, UH, HERE TODAY.
WELL, KNOWING YOU,
YOU’D PROBABLY LAUGH AND SAY
THAT WE WERE WORLDS APART.
IF YOU WERE HERE TODAY.
UH, UH, UH, HERE TODAY.
BUT AS FOR ME,
I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT WAS BEFORE
AND I AM HOLDING BACK THE TEARS NO MORE.
UH, UH, UH,
I LOVE YOU, UH.
WHAT ABOUT THE TIME WE MET? (what about the time?)
WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT YOU COULD SAY
THAT WE WERE PLAYING HARD TO GET.
DIDN’T UNDERSTAND A THING,
BUT WE COULD ALWAYS SING.
WHAT ABOUT THE NIGHT WE CRIED? (what about the night)
BECAUSE THERE WASN’T ANY REASON
LEFT TO KEEP IT ALL INSIDE.
NEVER UNDERSTOOD A WORD,
BUT YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE WITH A SMILE.
AND IF I SAY I REALLY LOVED YOU
AND WAS GLAD YOU CAME ALONG.
THEN YOU WERE HERE TODAY,
UH, UH, UH, FOR YOU WERE IN MY SONG.
UH, UH, UH, HERE TODAY.
Sir Paul McCartney is a legend, indefatigable, a superb singer-songwriter but for my BFF Sue & me, he will always be just plain Paul – cute as a button.
Quote And in the end the love you get is equal to the love you give Unquote Sir Paul McCartney
It had always been Mom’s dream to visit PEI since the days she used to sail closeby with her New Brunswick boyfriend when she was young. So when Mom was on a respirator in ICU for the umpteenth time because of her COPD, I promised her that when she came out of hospital that summer I would take her and Dad to a PEI resort. She was so happy.
Dad was too. Repeating over and over, when are we going to the beach? When are we going to the beach? You see, Dad’s cognitive abilities were being comprised, a result of Alzheimer’s.
Our flight was delayed because the oxygen I had ordered for the plane did not arrive. Seven hours in the airport with a recovering Mom an and an impatient Dad do not a good day make. Nevertheless, we arrived at Charlottetown airport late in the evening after two plane rides.
I drove our rental car to Dalvay-By-The-Sea, checked in and was given the key to the last room available, Room #13. Right then and there I should have known we were in for trouble.
No elevator, so I dragged two suitcases up a long flight of stairs, and opened the door to our room with a view. It was dark so you couldn’t really see the ocean but I knew it was out there. Mom and I flopped our tired bodies down on the bed. Dad on the other hand was agitated. He looked out the window and his voice raised, exclaimed “I’m seventy-three years old and I’ve never seen this place before!” Then he began pounding on the thin walls. My Mom and I looked at each other in desperation, knowing then and there we could not stay, so we closed the tops of our unpacked suitcases and left the hotel.
Luckily the airline was able to accommodate me with a compassionate return flight. All the way home, poor Dad would look at us and ask “When are we going to the beach? When are we going to the beach?” A tear ran down Mom’s cheek.