While My Guitar Gently Weeps

“I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don’t realize how much I love you…”

“Wonderful Tonight” – Eric Clapton

Legend has it that my middle name came FROM my (then 15 year old) cousin, Valourie… who was quite the Beatles/Stones/Yardbirds fan…

I’ve always loved Eric Clapton. The man doesn’t play guitar… he makes love to it. He makes it scream out, he makes it gently kiss you like a warm summer breeze…

I was watching VH1 tonight, and “Wonderful Tonight” came on…

My mind just drifted back 10 years ago, when Carole & I were first married. We were struggling & expecting our first child together. A classic rock station played in the warehouse I was working in, and I always thought of her when that song came on. What she was doing, was everything okay, you know, sappy newlywed stuff like that.

It kind of became “our song”.
Well, except that I never told her about it.
There’s probably a lot of things I should have shared with her over the years… but I just can’t seem to articulate some of the things that go on in my head sometimes.

Hell, I have no idea what I’m trying to say here…

Tonight was the first time I heard that song since, and I was pulled back to the present by my 5 year old, who shakes me and asks “Daddy, why are you crying?”

There must have been something in the rug irritating my eye.
Yeah that’s it.

15 thoughts on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps

  1. I thought the best description of what we hear on the radio was: “It’s the soundtrack of our lives”.

    I’m getting sappy here lately. I have a reputation to uphold… somebody shoot me.

  2. :o) I almost get jealous at you, and everyone else who has long lasting relationships and good memories. I can’t remember all the songs I share with this one or that one ;o) Ok, enough joking, nice entry again, just flush your reputation down the toilet and go on sharing the good things :o)

    “somebody shoot me.”
    Hey, get in line, I asked first! :o)

  3. Wow. Great post -e-. 🙂 You know, maybe it’s an “omen” or “sign” you know?

    When I went through my personal/kid stuff, I damn near lost my husband because things were so stressful that we just couldn’t “hang” very well, you know? Maybe things will be OK for you now too…

  4. That’s where I think it’s leaning, Angel. It’s all coming to a full-circle and when the dusts settles, and all the scars start to fade, we’ll be a family again. We’ve learned one hell of a lesson on how things work here, and we’re back to the original formula with everything….

    Something I posted on Lee’s a few weeks back:
    “Love never dies, it merely changes form”.

    It was a general statement that applies to everyone, but specifically… I was talking about my wife.

    (But, of course, at least *one* crackpot out there thought I was referring to them… and that caused some problems, recently.)
    Just wanted to clear that up….

  5. E…………………. So cool that a man can have feelings like that too!! Too bad you guys never tell us about them!!! *slap, kiss* You deserved both of those… ;o)

  6. Like Maria said – this is the kinda thing that guys should tell their sweeties because it’s just, well, as everyone else says – awwwwww! Heavy duty warm fuzzies and hearts and flowers and all!

    Yes, you are totally blowing your evil rep.
    You’re now going to be known as the cuddly romantic who believes in Santa. Now all these graphics do not fit the content… Bring back the teddy bear!
    *giggle*

  7. No, brawl or no brawl, E has become a cuddly cupcake.
    *snicker*
    No wait, that title’s taken. So you’ll have to be the cuddly teddy bear.

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