Trying to determine my favorite Beatles song is not easy; there are so many that I love. In fact, there aren’t a whole heck of a lot that I don’t like. I guess some of the more popular ones maybe… but even those… tough to say “I don’t like them”; I’d rank them lower than most possibly, but can’t say that. It also depends a lot on my mood, as far as which one I like more than the other; it also changes over the years. I was a big White Album guy, then Rubber Soul, but have really liked Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road more recently. This discussion could go on for a while… but for today’s visit, we’re going to talk about “Fixing a Hole”, which after all the back and forth, I’d have to rank as one of, if not MY favorite, Beatles song of all-time.
I remember singing Beatles songs to my son before he would fall asleep each night. I’m not that good to have memorized the lyrics across the board, so I pulled them up on my phone and sang them. The Beatles have been in my blood for a long time. Growing up, my parents had all the albums; Breakfast with the Beatles was a staple on Sunday mornings. As I started to gather my own music collection, among heavy metal bands from the late 80s/early 90s, and then my deep dive into hip-hop in the early 90s (the golden era IMO), the Beatles were always in the rotation. Into dance/house music, alternative, and anything else they played in the clubs during my 20s I went, but again, the Beatles would always be around. It’s the same today. It all started, like many things, with my parents.
Fixing A Hole has taken on a slightly different meaning for me lately, as I look to “fix my hole”, and continue along this path called life. I can’t do this by myself; this much I know. My wife and son… both are/will be a huge part of fixing this hole. My Dad, my brother and sister, also a big part, although they’re fixing a hole too… My wife’s family, my friends, my co-workers… they’re all a part of this too. It’s the love across the board that will mend this hole, that will help fill this hole, and enable everything to be OK. Of course, my Mom will also be there too. Yes, it’s her absence that caused the hole, but her presence that will help repair it as well, if that makes any sense.
I’m trying to make sense of it all. I’m taking the time for a number of things that weren’t important yesterday… maybe one of my favorite lines. It’s not the same, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be OK. The last thing I told my Mom before I left the cemetery is that I will be strong, we will all be OK… it’ll be all good. Yes, I’m still standing, and heading back to the new normal. I’m on the road, a long and winding one perhaps, but I didn’t pull over… I’m still moving. I’m filling the cracks to keep my mind from wandering. There I will go… And it doesn’t really matter if I’m wrong I’m right, where I belong I’m right, where I belong… bum, bum, bum…
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