Still Makes Me Cry

I caught the end of the movie Finding Forrester on TV last night. In true Hollywood style, the end depicts tragedy in a positive light—a character finally learning how to live the last days of his life. I know it sounds cheesy, but I guess that having witnessed death so intimately, I get it. As the credits rolled, Israel Kamakwiwo’ole’s version of “What a Wonderful World” played.

How beautiful is that song? It was one of Mom’s favorite toward the end; a track of the Louis Armstrong song played in the background of the photo slideshow at her visitation. I always try to imagine what life looked like to her once she knew it was ending. Were the colors more vibrant, the scents sweeter? To this day, hearing “What a Wonderful World” is the only remnant of that period of my life that will always make me cry…I suppose it’s not so bad to survive the loss of a loved one and be left with an overwhelming love for life.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ “How do you do?”
They’re really saying “I love you”

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

There seems to be a shadow on the world today. The recession has wreaked havoc on livelihoods, relationships, and optimism. The pace of life simply blurs the beauty around us. I have been accused of Pollyanna-ism before, but I can’t help but look for the good—blame my mother for that one. Look around…it really is a wonderful world.