As I was in the kitchen this morning, preparing coffee, a man walked by the kitchen window, whistling. I was immediately taken back in time to my childhood years, when my Dad would whistle…
My Dad was a gifted whistler – he could whistle any tune and give it trills, melody and bring delight to the ears he reached. Well, except for my Mom who has some strange idea that whistling brings moths into the house (don’t ask – I don’t get it either ~lol)
“How Great Thou Art” & “If I Were A Rich Man” were some of his favorites. But he had a repertoire of funny lymericks too and his face would light up as he brought music into our home, our car or wherever we were.
I learned to whistle from him, but am nowhere near as gifted! He really whistled beautifully…
What is my point, exactly? Well, I really don’t have a point as such – just a memory of someone who chose to smile when he was sad, chose to laugh when he was worried, chose to bring a smile to your face instead of a harsh reply to your lips, and chose to help others when help was just what he may have wished for himself…
Someone who would stare trouble in the face ~ and whistle a tune as if to say “Nope, I’m not gonna let you get me down!”
“Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune
So no one will suspect
I’m Afraid.
While shivering in my shoes I strike a careless pose
And whistle a happy tune
And no one ever knows I’m afraid.
The result of this deception
Is very strange to tell
For when I fool the people
I fear I fool myself as well!
I whistle a happy tune
And ev’ry single time
The happiness in the tune
Convinces me that I’m not afraid.
Make believe you’re brave
And the trick will take you far.
You may be as brave
As you make believe you are “
~I Whistle A Happy Tune from The King and I” ~
Every single day I am reminded of him ~ the pain of missing him is there, still; but the joy of knowing him lifts my heart and shapes me into someone who recognizes my very own choice to be happy and smile no matter what…



