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Ob la di Ob la da

Back in the late 80’s, early 90’s, there was a drama series on television called Life Goes On. I can remember watching it every week, but honestly can’t remember much about the show in general.

But the last few days the theme song from that show has played on and on and on in my head nonstop. I finally googled it so I could play it in it’s entirety and hopefully help it get out of my head.

Songs tend to get stuck up there A LOT.

Usually stuck on repeat, over and over for days on end.

Some times weeks.

Some seasons it’s for months and drives me mad until towards the end of its reign in my brain I will finally ask God to help me get a grip and get rid of it.

That’s prayer usually works. I’m just hard headed and too busy to remember to pray first. Something I’m always working on.

Sounds crazy?

Living it feels crazy some times.

Last week I sat at a widow’s dining room table helping her sort through and organize family photos for her husband’s memorial service.

Her whole life had just been turned upside down 2 days earlier.

I’ve never felt so horrified, humbled and honored to be in that chair. To be a witness to such raw grief, beauty and tragedy intertwined into one.

To ever wish so much to have the right words, the proper etiquette, the ability to simply turn back time so someone’s pain could be instantly washed away.

Haven’t we all longed for that at some point in our journeys of trials and tribulations here on this earth?

My faith felt tremendously tested and I was really only just an outsider to it all.

A few days ago I attended the funeral for the newly widowed’s husband. He is one of the funniest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. His celebration of life was beautiful, and full of laughter. But oh friends, so full of grief and shock also.

From here on out every single time I hear the song Simple Man I will forever see those pictures of his life I sorted with my fingers flashing across a screen in a church. Pictures full of precious memories his widow told me about as she carefully sorted through what had unexpectedly become all she had left.

Photographs of memories but of a life that was lived.

Ob ba di Ob ba dah

Keep going my friends. Keep smiling, keep laughing, keep trusting and moving ahread each day. Keep taking the photos, and doing all the crazy things.

Life goes on.

Even after we are gone.

IT WILL JUST KEEP GOING.

Say the words.

Sing with the band.

Leave a legacy.

Point it towards Jesus.

Make it memorable.

And laugh until you can’t stop laughing.

These moments and memories may be all someone else has left to hold onto some day.

OB LA DI OB LA DA
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly, girl, I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Desmond takes a trolley to the jeweller’s store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing
Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band
Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on

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