I recently stumbled across old blog post from 2007 – 2010. They show how our past is often more similar to our present than we thought it would be. So I’ve created the “Throwback Blog Series” to unearth these ideas and stories. Hope you enjoy the journey back through time over the coming month.
April 7, 2009
Singing stories about family … Ask Me Again
When I was a little girl, my dad used to ask me if I was going to be with him when he turned old and gray. The question came as consistently as the sunrise and so did my answer. “Beautiful, will you take care of me when I am old and gray?” “Yes, I will be there.” Often adding—slightly exasperated—, “I told you that yesterday.”
Our game of Q&A continued for many years, and I am not exaggerating on the length of time. However, near the end of high school, I decided that my dad had asked me the question enough times and I had answered with enough confidence that the conversation no longer needed to occur. The details of the morning are a bit hazy now, but I do remember proclaiming (after my dad asked the question), “You know I am going to be there, so stop asking.” From what I can recall, this was said in a very loving, caring way. But I still said it. And he did not ask again.
In the summer of 2007, I was living alone in Washington, DC and missing my family a lot. As I picked up my guitar one day, the words and melody for Ask Me Again seemed to pour from me with an ease I rarely experience when writing songs. Moments and memories specific to my dad and I filled the page and a song came to life. This song exemplifies the saying, “The most personal can also be the most universal.” Though the words are simple, Ask Me Again speaks to me every time I play it, and I hope it speaks to you as you listen.