I Think Of You Who No Longer Answer

The Three Musketeers at the Eiffel Tower!

“I think of you who no longer answer” is a line from a song that I listen to quite a bit during the month of April. If you’ve followed me for long, you know that April is a hard month. This past week is the hard week. April 26th was the date that 37 years ago I married my late husband. Today, April 29th is the date that he died in 2012.

I’ve been a little sad lately. I’m doing really well, but some friends are going through some hard things, and I have found through the years that even happiness and sadness can coexist!

Since I was a little girl playing records on my record player in my bedroom, certain songs have become the soundtrack of the stages of my life! The years of widowhood before I remarried were lonely years. There are several songs that helped me with the struggle of moving forward, but I’ll save those for another post.

I love visiting Shakespeare and Co. bookstore when in Paris.

I Think Of You Who No Longer Answer

A couple of years ago, I started hearing this song, L’Amour, Les Baguettes, Paris, and I was intrigued. It’s such a beautiful song, and I had to find out the English translation. When I read the English lyrics, I immediately started to cry.

Paris was to be our trip in the summer of 2012. My daughter was to study abroad in Spain. We already had our trip planned and flights purchased to visit her at the end of her time there. Before we left Europe, we had a few days in Paris planned. But our plans didn’t matter. Life had other plans.

When talking about the trip, he would say, “You girls can do whatever you want. I plan on eating baguettes with the stinkiest cheese I can find while drinking wine.”

“Love, Baguettes, Paris” brings back so many memories of that time 11 years ago. He never got to eat baguettes and cheese or drink wine in Paris.

He is now my person who “I think of you who no longer answer.” (my favorite line from this song)

I’ll never be in or think of Paris and not think of him. “For many other people, it’s magic.” “But for me…I think of you who no longer answer.”

After eleven years… His children both have spouses that will never know him. He has a granddaughter who will never know him. I’ve remarried and am very happy. The kids are happy. We’ve created a new family that I know he would be proud of. BUT, he is missed. He will always be missed, and he will never be a stranger in our family!

Happier days in Paris with Dr. T.

Here is a good article on The Value of Music For Resolving Grief

A Song From The Soundtrack Of My Life

Lyrics to L’Amour, Les Baguettes, Paris

It’s funny, I don’t know why
C’est drôle, je ne sais pourquoi

It always reminds me of you
Ça me fait toujours penser à toi

For many other people, it’s magic
Pour plein d’autres gens, c’est la magie

Love, baguettes, Paris
L’amour, les baguettes, Paris

Always in the same place
Toujours au même endroit

As if it were yesterday, I see you
Comme si c’était hier, j’te vois

For many other people, it’s magic
Pour plein d’autres gens, c’est la magie

Love, baguettes, Paris
L’amour, les baguettes, Paris

They see the lights, the glitter
Eux voient les lumières, les paillettes

The Eiffel Tower, the Seine, the parties
La tour Eiffel, la Seine, les fêtes

But me, when I arrive on this street
Mais moi, quand j’arrive sur cette rue

I think of you who no longer answer
J’pense à toi qui ne réponds plus

Even if I don’t see you again
Même si je ne te revois pas

You will always be a part of me
Tu seras toujours une partie de moi

For many other people, it’s magic
Pour plein d’autres gens, c’est la magie

Love, baguettes, Paris
L’amour, les baguettes, Paris

The giggles on these steps
Les fous rires sur ces marches

Echo in my memory
Résonnent dans ma mémoire

I take them where I go
Je les emporte là où je pars

They see the lights, the glitter
Eux voient les lumières, les paillettes

The Eiffel Tower, the Seine, the parties
La tour Eiffel, la Seine, les fêtes

But me, when I arrive on this street
Mais moi, quand j’arrive sur cette rue

I think of you who no longer answer
J’pense à toi qui ne réponds plus

For me it’s not just a city
Pour moi ce n’est pas juste une ville

This is the story of our youthful passions
C’est l’histoire de nos passions juvéniles

For many other people, it’s magic
Pour plein d’autres gens, c’est la magie

Love, baguettes, Paris
L’amour, les baguettes, Paris

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