{"id":2302,"date":"2018-11-26T07:32:36","date_gmt":"2018-11-26T12:32:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=2302"},"modified":"2018-11-26T20:36:59","modified_gmt":"2018-11-27T01:36:59","slug":"hearing-silent-night-makes-me-cry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/hearing-silent-night-makes-me-cry\/","title":{"rendered":"Hearing Silent Night Makes Me Cry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/MarikaMusicTinyPost.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2303 size-full\" title=\"Hearing Silent Night Makes Me Cry Robin Botie of ithaca, New York, photoshops a picture of her daughter Marika Warden playing christmas carols.\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/MarikaMusicTinyPost.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of ithaca, New York, photoshops a picture of her daughter Marika Warden playing christmas carols.\" width=\"701\" height=\"1000\" data-popupalt-original-title=\"null\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/MarikaMusicTinyPost.jpg 701w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/MarikaMusicTinyPost-210x300.jpg 210w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/MarikaMusicTinyPost-624x890.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 701px) 100vw, 701px\" \/><\/a>Thanksgiving wasn\u2019t even over yet last week when the stores started playing Christmas songs. This music was foreign to me until many years ago when my young daughter became a girl scout and we went caroling. We\u2019d go home and I\u2019d marvel at how she reproduced the tunes on her flute or pennywhistle. Now, hearing Silent Night and other carols makes me cry uncontrollably.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">I remember the first time holiday music pummeled me. It was in early December, eight years ago, when I was stuck alone at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rmhcrochester.org\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Ronald MacDonald House<\/a> near the hospital where my daughter was waiting for a stem cell transplant. It was before everything went downhill for Marika, before I had any inkling it would be her last Christmas. There were only a couple of people staying at the RMD House that night, and the staff begged us to gather for the visiting musicians. Seated up close in a rocking chair, I listened, sniffling, confused about how the music was affecting me. By the time they began Silent Night, I was trembling and hugging myself, trying to hold in my howls.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">This September, I began learning to play a <a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/taking-on-a-different-project\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">red plastic cornet<\/a>. It has nothing to do with my daughter, I told people, even though everything I\u2019ve done since Marika died has been about her. This was just for me, I insisted\u2014I wanted to play bugle calls. Taps in particular. Whenever I hear Taps, my heart stops. Same thing with Amazing Grace and Hallelujah. I want to play music that tugs at people\u2019s heartstrings. So far I\u2019m just a beginner still fumbling my way through scales and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Yet, I find playing comforts me. And last week, in a meltdown as Silent Night emanated from every corner of the mall, I raced home to my cornet. Then, instead of practicing Twinkle Twinkle, I googled \u2018silent night sheet music.\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">When I first tried to play Silent Night I sobbed between each note. Huffing and puffing my way up to the second-to-last line, \u201cSleep in heavenly pea-eeece,\u201d I found the notes were suddenly too high for me to reach. I was fighting to conquer each measure\u2014but then something changed. I started over, and played the piece\u2014minus the five impossibly high notes\u2014like it was one of those jaw-dropping awesomely beautiful tunes I\u2019d been yearning to play. Only five high notes away from making beautiful music, I blew that horn like my song could reach to heaven and back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">I don\u2019t know yet if my practicing the heck out of Silent Night will help desensitize the powerful emotional trigger Christmas music has become. But I\u2019m beginning to understand the healing power of music. And now, in playing my cornet, I\u2019m feeling an even stronger connection than ever to my daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><em>What are the songs that make you cry? What are the triggers you\u2019re experiencing this holiday season? What connects you to your loved ones who died? Got any recommendations for other simple but powerful tunes I could learn?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thanksgiving wasn&rsquo;t even over yet last week when the stores started playing Christmas songs. This music was foreign to me until many years ago when my young daughter became a girl scout and we went caroling. We&rsquo;d go home and I&rsquo;d marvel at how she reproduced the tunes on her flute or pennywhistle. 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