Love Of My Life

Axel Slingerland

Axel Slingerland

Blues Rocker
Location
10 Miles North of Weedpatch
I was just sitting here, thinking about Cindy. How much I loved her. That even though our "marriage" wasn't legal, it was solid and we were together for nearly 2 and a half decades. I knew she was the love of my life the second I saw her.

She passed away in a coma two years ago the 24th, but when I held her hand and said I will always be there for our son, I would swear she squeezed my hand.

I was never much good at writing music, but at times words just come flowing out and I write them down so won't forget those thoughts. Sometimes it's just stupid rambling. Other times it's from the heart.

This is from one of those times. Think about 12 bar blues as you read this...

When I were a youngin'
My Pappy told me son
Don't marry the first woman
That thinks that she's the one

You can do so much better
Theys more fish in the sea
Be real choosy, my son
You will know her when you see

So now you're a grumpy old man
And the one done come and went
You knew she was the right one
You got the message that God Sent

You prayed for a better life
God heard you and gave you a wife
Pure bliss and happiness
'Til death do you part
And in the blink of an eye
It all falls apart
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I just wanted to share this with you, my new friends.
 

I am so very sorry that you lost your Cindy. 🥺 People in comas can hear what's going on around them... I'm sure she did indeed squeeze your hand, heard you, and voiced her love at that moment.

Your lyrics are beautiful... and heartwarming. I can tell from your words how very special Cindy was.
 
That's enlightened my morning Axel, wonderful. Had I the talent of that lad from Stratford-upon-Avon
I might have penned something that he called Sonnet 18.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Dedicated to my darling wife, get well soon my treasure.
 

CallMeKate said:
I can tell from your words how very special Cindy was.
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She was special. When we met we were both "technically" homeless and camping out at a county park on the beach. I had showed up at the park on my bicycle, at the end of a fabulous 1,400 mile ride from Flagstaff, Arizona. I was tying in vain to find some dry wood to build a fire. It was late, probably 10:00 or 10:30p, and the fog was so thick you couldn't see a thing. Then I heard this voice in the haze say something like "Even if you can find any firewood around here, it will be soaking wet. Would you like come sit by our fire? I just made dinner, you're welcome to join us."

She had never met me, never even seen me... And she probably hear me swearing at the fog and how wet everything was. And she invites me to join her and her three kids for dinner on the beach. Years later, our favorite story about that night was "That was 'The cast', then she hooked me with bowl of fresh, hot beef stew." You know the old story, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. After two months of fast food, Clif bars, beef jerky and other non-perishable backpack food, and assorted fast food, she reeled me in. And I could barely even see her.

The next morning I went over to her camp to thank her for dinner, and when I saw her in the light of day... Oh my God. It was love at first sight. We were together nearly every day for the next 24 and a half years.

Don't mind me... I'm just reminiscing. Besides, I think I needed to do this. I just couldn't until now.
 
Axel Slingerland said:
Don't mind me... I'm just reminiscing. Besides, I think I needed to do this. I just couldn't until now.
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Beautiful love story. Thank you for sharing it with us. Sounds like the time was right to tell it, yes. Never let anyone tell you how long grieving should take... or especially how to do it because it's never the same for any two people.
 
hearlady said:
I'm sorry you lost her however, I'm glad you have your memories and a song to keep with you. 🌼
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Thanks, I am trying to forget the lyrics to this song, even though not all of them remind me of Cindy. The ones that do though, are painful at times. So I used one of those vocal removers to make them go away, as I love the music...

 
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Been thinking of trying one of those kit guitars to build, pretty sure I'm gonna get a Telecaster styled one. Found it the other day, this one seems decent. Many I've looked at look kinda cheaply made. Tough part will be finding a kit it 24 in. scale. Haven't had much luck in that department. Yet...
 
How come you two lovebirds didn't legally marry, not that it makes a difference. Did you ever discuss it? Your first meeting was beautiful
 
Axel Slingerland said:
I was just sitting here, thinking about Cindy. How much I loved her. That even though our "marriage" wasn't legal, it was solid and we were together for nearly 2 and a half decades. I knew she was the love of my life the second I saw her.

She passed away in a coma two years ago the 24th, but when I held her hand and said I will always be there for our son, I would swear she squeezed my hand.

I was never much good at writing music, but at times words just come flowing out and I write them down so won't forget those thoughts. Sometimes it's just stupid rambling. Other times it's from the heart.

This is from one of those times. Think about 12 bar blues as you read this...


I just wanted to share this with you, my new friends.
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It’s lovely. Thanks for sharing.
 
spookycat said:
Been thinking of trying one of those kit guitars to build, pretty sure I'm gonna get a Telecaster styled one. Found it the other day, this one seems decent. Many I've looked at look kinda cheaply made. Tough part will be finding a kit it 24 in. scale. Haven't had much luck in that department. Yet...
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Any luck? I've had a few "Frankenstrats" (more or less, kit Stratocasters) that were a piece of this damaged guitar and a piece of that damaged guitar that ended up better than either of there were before. I had a Strat body from a guitar that was nearly destroyed in a house fire with no parts at all and a Telecaster neck that I found in my Dad's workshop.

The body was pretty messed up but the neck was still good, so I put it on the Strat body, cleaned it up, replaced all the missing parts with whatever I could find, and it turned out great. I played that guitar for years. People asked me repeatedly if that Strat body was from the Strat that Jimi Hendrix burned at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival. I would just laugh and say "Yeah, right... Who do you think I am that I would have that guitar?"

 
Axel Slingerland said:
She was special. When we met we were both "technically" homeless and camping out at a county park on the beach. I had showed up at the park on my bicycle, at the end of a fabulous 1,400 mile ride from Flagstaff, Arizona. I was tying in vain to find some dry wood to build a fire. It was late, probably 10:00 or 10:30p, and the fog was so thick you couldn't see a thing. Then I heard this voice in the haze say something like "Even if you can find any firewood around here, it will be soaking wet. Would you like come sit by our fire? I just made dinner, you're welcome to join us."

She had never met me, never even seen me... And she probably hear me swearing at the fog and how wet everything was. And she invites me to join her and her three kids for dinner on the beach. Years later, our favorite story about that night was "That was 'The cast', then she hooked me with bowl of fresh, hot beef stew." You know the old story, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. After two months of fast food, Clif bars, beef jerky and other non-perishable backpack food, and assorted fast food, she reeled me in. And I could barely even see her.

The next morning I went over to her camp to thank her for dinner, and when I saw her in the light of day... Oh my God. It was love at first sight. We were together nearly every day for the next 24 and a half years.

Don't mind me... I'm just reminiscing. Besides, I think I needed to do this. I just couldn't until now.
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Axel Slingerland, That is a beautiful love story. You can reminisce as much as you want . "What the world needs now, is love sweet love, it's the
only thing that there's just too little of"............... I lost my dear heart 16 years this June and there isn't a day that goes past that I don't think about him or look at the photo of the two of us next to my bed. 💕😢
 
I wish that love was the only thing that there's just too little of. Too many starving kids in the world because of useless, greedy politicians... I better shut up about that.
 

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