Monday, November 26, 2007

Morbid Monday

I believe I’ve mentioned before my youngest’s penchant for details on impending deaths. He seeks reassurance from time to time that he will be the last of the family to survive. We tell him that, yes, in all likelihood his dad will go, then me, then his older brother, then his sister, and, finally, he will die.

I admit I had to steel myself the first couple of times when answering the question. The other two kids weren’t so interested in death. When the eldest was about three and a half, our family dog died. We were all sad. [Come to think of it, with the daughter only 13 months old, I don’t think she was really hip to the sadness.]

Anyway, on the recommendation of a colleague, I bought the book Dog Heaven. It made me cry the first dozen times I read it, but after the 20th reading or so, I got through it with ease. I must have read that book to the eldest several times a day in the weeks and months following the dog’s demise.

But other than concern about the dog’s death, the subject of death wasn’t much discussed in the house for a number of years. When Pete’s mom was quite ill and subsequently died last September, death was again a subject in the house. As Gran had been suffering from Alzheimer’s for quite a few years, the kids hadn’t really seen her, outside of a brief nursing home visit or two, since before the youngest was on the scene. The two older kids were sad when she died. The youngest was filled with morbid curiosity.

That was when the questions were first posed. And, as I said, he will ask every so often about the death order of the family. He’s got a firm sense on the birth order; he just wants to make sure the death order gives him his due.

What brings this to mind today is his recent songwriting fests. On our way to take the dog – a new one, thanks, no Pet Sematary in these here parts – yesterday, he mentioned he’d written so many songs. I asked him the titles. And when he told me, I managed not to laugh. Instead, I got him to agree to let me transcribe his songs for him. Once I defined “transcribe,” he was game.

Last night we sat down and started the onerous task of putting his songwriting on paper. We managed to get through one song before some other interest pulled us away. Here are the titles to his first seven songs. Please, let’s respect copyright laws, shall we?

Dad Don’t Die

Mom Don’t Die

Big Brother Don’t Die

Big Sister Don’t Die

Little Brother Don’t Die

I’m the God of Rock ‘n Roll

Igloos and Penguins

What exactly are the words? Dad, Don’t Die’s lyrics and musical “instruction” are as follows:

Dad don’t die. I’ll miss you.
Dad don’t die. I’ll miss you.
If you die, I won’t last. I’ll meet you in heaven.
Dad don’t die because I won’t wait that long.
If you die, you can’t push me on the swing before school starts.


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Anonymous said...

Plucking heart strings, but hilarious none the less. Thank you for sharing this.

Kelly O said...

That was both beautiful and hilarious. The kid's got talent!

Anonymous said...

Wow.. amazing how different things affect kids differently... and how they deal with different big issues. I think you did very well dealing with such a tough subject!

Bren said...

How did you manage not to laugh? :) I'd love to hear the lyrics for Igloos and Penguins!

Anonymous said...

That list of song titles just by itself is better than most of the songs performed on American Idol. The kid is not just a lyricist and musician, but a poet as well.

Oh, and rock god.

D... said...

Your Youngest cracks me up. So sweet.

I agree, I'd love to know the lyrics to Igloos and Penguins.

Maria said...

Has a nice beat, but can you dance to it?

Rene Perez said...

Oh my gosh! Everyone is looking at me like I've lost my mind because I'm laughing so hard! That is too cute! I love it! You have to transcribe them all, of course!

josie2shoes said...

Oh wow!

Jeni said...

Doesn't it just make you wonder though where in blazes kids get these notions from though? I don't remember any of mine ever going through a phase like this "death" thing your youngest is into these days. Loved the lyrics to the Dad Don't Die song though - a lot of heart there, don't 'cha know?

Toni said...

My seven year old daughter is a little obsessed with who will die before she does. She will often go through the role of loved ones, "will Pappy die before me? Uncle Bill? etc, etc." It creeps others out but I just give her the info and move on.

Love the lyrics: too funny!

jenica said...

so death and ice or his favs eh? fascinating how little one's minds work. he's going to do amazing things with his analytical little mind!

Goslyn said...

Tears of laughter over "Dad don't Die," and "igloos and penguins."

Hilarious, and very creative.

Laura McIntyre said...

I think its rather sweet, he sounds like he such a good handle on everything


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