I woke up this morning feeling pretty good after a great night’s sleep
Finally
All was good until I went to talk
And couldn’t
So I’ve gone from having a dodgy voice, that just got me through last night’s show
To no voice at all
It’s not really a drama as far as the tour goes
Dad is more than capable of doing the show without me
It’s just frustrating
I think more so because I feel great
But my throat’s decided to pack up on me
Who knows, maybe I’ll find a magic witch doctor in Jabiru?
To give me a dose of miracle juice
Not THAT kind of miracle juice you lot
I don’t need my voice back THAT badly
So anyhoo,
It goes without saying, that today’s car ride has been a non-stop journey to hang shit on me ‘cause I can’t answer back
I’m getting a cramp in my middle finger from constantly giving these bastards them all the bird
.
As usual, we stopped for our morning ritual for brekky
Which was the first roadhouse we came across
.
We were met by this lady
This friendly, happy lady
Who I liked straight away
Once I read her name tag & saw her name was Jean, my Nanna’s name
It sealed the deal for me
I liked Jean
So we get to talking
And someone made a joke about marriage
And Jean joked that she would never trade her husband in
‘Cause after 40 years, she finally had him trained the way she wanted him
And Mum & Dad said, 40 years? We’ve been married 40 years too
When did you get married?, Jean asked
Mum answered, January 10th 1970
Oh my God, Jean said. That’s the date I got married
We all thought that was hilarious
Especially when Jean said her son was born 6 months after their wedding day
Just like my brother was
Mum asked Jean how many kids she had
Jean hesitated a little and I thought, oh God
‘Cause I’d seen that kind of look before, and I could see she was struggling to answer
She said, I had two kids
But my daughter and three grandchildren were killed last year in the bushfires
Sweet Jesus
And I swear in an intstant, we were all crying
No one knew what to say
What do you say?
Jean was trying not to fall apart as she showed us the photos of her daughter and 3 grand-babies she had in the gold locket she was wearing
Oh shit, I’ve started crying again just typing this
How do you even begin to recover from something like that?
And that’s what makes this lady, who 10 minutes ago was a complete stranger
That’s what makes her amazing
She’s smiling
There’s no doubt she’s struggling
But she’s smiling
I got up from my chair and hugged her harder than I think I’ve ever hugged anyone
I don’t know if it was to help her or help me
I’m not sure how to say it without sounding cheesy, but this chance encounter affected me
.
Me & my little sore throat will be fine
I may miss a gig or 2, and I’ll still be fine
.
Jean?
Jean is better than fine
There must be something about that name
‘Cause I know two Jeans
And they’re both inspirational
.
I’m so looking forward to Saturday night’s Darwin show
We’ve invited Jean, her husband & their son to come
Jean was so excited she jumped straight on the phone to call her son & tell him
She said he was going to be beyond thrilled
He’s Dad’s number one fan, she said
.
I’ve decided I am Jean’s number one fan
What an amazing woman! We are very lucky to still have people like this in Australia!
thankyou for sharing that jenny , truly there are some brave people ‘out there’ just going about their daily life….with a story like that tucked in their hearts….amazing.. hope your throat is soon healed take care …
True Aussie spirit can not be beat. People like Jean are few and far between. Good on her. And good on you for being there for her. Must have meant to be.
…(sob)
You are good people Jenny.
And your hug totally made a difference. I can tell that about you, sister, you’ve got magic hugs.
wish i was there to give you a hug, as well, babe…