Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Christmas concert, nice but the soul seemed to be dampened....

Last night we went to the annual Christmas concert.  Sadly one of the best parts of the concert was not present this year.  Mr. Cox our wonderful music director, and music teacher, lost his battle with cancer a few weeks past.  He was a special teacher.  He gave his heart and soul to the teaching of children, you know the way the special teachers do.  He taught the children with a passion that some of the older teachers no longer have, he was an older seasoned teacher so it was so wondrous that he still had it.  He taught the children to embrace their passions, a trait I think the children will be able to take into their lives and apply it to all they face ahead.  One of Booboo's last memories of him was him asking her if she was taking piano or guitar lessons, he told her she should, she would be good at it.  We are hoping to find a teacher to teacher her piano.  He also taught them a song that embodied his spirit for life.  "I'm a little tea pot short and stout, here is my handle here is my spout, when I get all steamed up hear me shout, sock it to me baby let it all hang out" He quite often embraced his beatnik personality and sang them songs as he strummed on his guitar, mine will never forget him as the beatnik that brought them joy in music.  He made music fun, says my Booboo.  He shared his personality with them, he loved the children.  Without him the concert was good, but the loss was so new that it just seemed that something special was missing.....

Cubbie sat in the audience with us all, that would be Sister and Brother, Mokie, Son, Bubbles, Poppie, Me, Grandpa, Pianist and Preacher.  She was like a little spinning top on full throttle.  She went from lap to lap, or sat side by side with everyone.  I think Preacher could not have been more shocked than when she plunked her little bum right into his lap.  He was very kind but I think her total comfort in his presence really did take him by surprise.  I think that he might have been a little uncomfortable with her comings and goings but the gentleman in him took it all in stride.  Brother told her that he only bit little girls with their shirts inside out, and of course our Cubbie had hers inside out.  We have decide that if you can handle the presence of Cubbie in any big measure you are well and truly child proof.  To handle the antic of Cubbie is to be baptised in the world of child rearing, anything after Cubbie, as far as challenges is all down hill.....

Poppie used his video camera for really the first time, he was shaky as it was really hard for him to hold the camera a long time, he needs to practice.  He did catch the antic of Boy, playing with his hair the whole concert, M looking like a sorrowful angel in her curls, but so solemn.  Booboo started out shy but by the end of the concert she was getting in to the jive of it.  Yogie and Eldest were separated by only one child, so it was much easier to video tape the two of them.  Eldest was there not to excited but not sad he seemed to enjoy the fun.  Yogie was so prim and proper, she stood there singing her song, hands clasp and a solemn stately stance.  Toward the end of their portion of the singing she began to yawn, and yawn and yawn again.  We decide to leave at intermission, which would have been the normal end of the concert but with Mr. Cox's going they had brought in a temporary substitute teacher and she combine the grade school, junior high and high school concerts into one.  We left at the break as Yogie couldn't stop yawning and it was after their bedtime. 

A nice evening highlighted by the knowledge of how much one person's life can bring to so many peoples lives.  Mr. Cox brought a lifetime of difference to all of the children in that room and his passing took something away from all those kids.  We are all an intricate part of the world we live in.  We know not how our simple being in this life effects those other lives touch.  Never think that you will not be missed when you pass, as no man lives in this world in isolation, the things you do and bring to this live effect those around you.  I can't think of a greater thing than being an asset to the lives you touch.  You have the choice of being a positive in others lives, or a negative, either way you will be a ripple in the lives of the people of your life. Every ripple makes a change in the water of life.  Does your life reflect the ripples of good or bad?  Does your life glorify God and bring him into contact with those you have touched in your life?  There could be nothing greater than being a ripple for God.  Mr. Cox was a ripple that effected so many lives, and was and is sorely missed by those he touched.  I don't have to be someone sorely missed in this life, but I would like to be able to help others know that the wake of God is the only ripple that in the end matters in this life, I would like to be the ripple that nudges you into the wake of God..... tomorrow

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