Single · Deep House
She lived a life. A Lifetime of love and joy, pain and sorrow. Her memories are going back to the times when she had to hide from the Germans in the crawlspace every time the it knocked on the door. She can still remember the fear and how it reeked after they had been for hours in that crawlspace. Despite some years start to blur out and some slowly fade away just like a flower by the end of the summer. She’s still there, she’s still making memories. All of her friends are gone, she outlived her husband and even her kids who were so dear and precious for her. But she’s still there. She knows her time will come and she knows it can be days away or maybe years.
If only someone would be there to talk with her and maybe come over for a visit every now and then. Her life would feel more fulfilled and be less predictable. She sits at the window every day waiting for the days to go by. She is all alone, feels no longer useful, the names of her children start to fade in her mind and she starts to forget what the favorite food of her husband used to be and how he smelled. She liked his smell in the morning, freshly shaved and showered. He was so energetic every morning and had solid zest for action. He worked for a car company, and god knows how much he loved cars in general. But now he is gone: Gone for almost 20 years. And she is still here. She knows her day will come, and she is prepared. Having everything packed in her mind, she will leave nothing but this old wooden chair, that she is sitting on, behind.
Sometimes she thinks about the time when she will be gone. Will someone notice that she is away? Will someone notice that she’s not sitting by the window anymore waving at the kids when they come home from school?
She wrote her eulogy years ago, picked an urn, the cheapest they would offer, and instructed the local priest how to set everything up once the day has come. This is the lady who waits for the days to go by…
This track is dedicated to everybody who lost a dear friend or family member.