Prelude:The breath of the night wind/ With perfume divine is filled with the scent of the rose/ Oh love while I live I will always enshrine/ Your love in the heart of the rose.
July marked the second anniversary of the Rose Man’s passing from this dimension. Grief continues to lurk and pop up at unsuspected times. Driving east across Washington State and coming upon the golden harvested wheat fields, I burst into tears. He was from the Palouse; rolling hills of green in the Spring and golden yellow in the summer. This was my first trip back into that bank of memories since he passed and grief pressed fresh tears in remembrance.
A CD of Sigmund Romberg’s music was playing the prelude to Deep in my Heart, Dear, and the lyrics had been written for just that moment; “Oh love while I live, I will always enshrine, Your love in the heart of a rose.” A right-out-of-Hollywood-moment — old Hollywood.
My dad played trombone in dance bands during WWII. One vivid memory from my childhood was of dad playing in a band at a ship launch, a woman wearing a hat swinging a bottle until it broke on the ship, and the ship then sliding down the ramp into open water. Before mom and dad moved from their island home to the retirement home, dad would retire to his basement den and, on occasion, mom would hear him “tootin’ his horn.” Occasionally he would serenade her in his deep bass voice with a Sigmund Romberg song, One Alone. (One alone, to be my own, I alone, to know your caresses.) He liked to get a rise out of her by serenading when family was present and that he did. “Oh, Carl, stop that!”
Approaching Spokane, the vegetation changes. Once again the land bringing up childhood memories of days past with my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Tears surfaced again as I felt acute sadness. It was a cathartic trip. Grief, itself, is a journey.
It was different on the return drive west with Strauss waltzes, Barry Mannilow, singing gospel: I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Our paths may sever/ But I’ll remember forever/ Deep in my heart, dear/ Always I’ll dream of you. Lyrics: Deep in My Heart, Dear from Sigmund Romberg’s operetta, The Student Prince.