Same Auld Lang Syne*

*Obviously, I cannot take credit for the genius title that is this blog. The credit is all due to our local hometown singer/songwriter Dan Fogelberg, who passed away several years ago. But he was born and raised in Peoria and arguably his most famous song was Same Auld Lang Syne, which was inspired by actual events that occurred about a mile from where I’m sitting in this coffee shop.

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(photo credit: @danfogelbergmusic.com Facebook page)

The song is, essentially, about a boy running into his ex girlfriend when they are both home for the holidays. It’s a chance, random encounter but they decide to have a few drinks together and catch up. The part that kills me is, in the end, they go their separate ways and he’s left to walk home in the rain.

The song is a bittersweet one, even more so when you realize that it actually happened and that Dan is no longer living. I love it, I listen to it in its entirety every time it comes on the radio, and I search for it during the holidays on Pandora. But it makes me cry more often than not, and that’s ok. Up until 6 months ago I really wasn’t nursing a broken heart – so I chalked up the emotions it evoked as really good storytelling and connecting with that familiar feeling of “what might have been”. We’ve all felt that. But we feel it, momentarily (or not) and then we move on.

But this year, of course, the song hit me differently. It was the first holiday season without my Dad. 2020 is the first full calendar year where I will live without him. And my heart is most definitely, completely, and utterly broken. “Auld Lang Syne” is the traditional Scottish song – with its origins in poetry – that’s sung as the baton passes from New Years’ Eve into New Year’s Day.

Here are the lyrics (English translation) from Wikipedia, from Robert Burns original poem:

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Chorus

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot

since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

As they said in the movie When Harry Met Sally, it’s about good friends. Apparently the phrase “auld lang syne” is the equivalent of “once upon a time”. While doing some research for this post, I learned that in many other countries, this song is sung at funerals. The Irish have a similar song for funerals and wakes, called “The Parting Glass”:

Oh all the money that e’er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh all the comrades that e’er I’ve had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all.
I’ve heard many versions of this tune, but my favorite by far is Ed Sheerhan’s:
In all three songs, the themes are similar. Love found, love experienced, and love lost. Whether it is romantic love or love of a friend or love of family is irrelevant. What is at the core, remains the same. Having held something once so pure and precious, so perfectly flawed, and the hole that is left when that love has departed – at least, departed from us physically. The love, of course, remains. The feelings and memories remain. And it’s up to us, the singers, to honor our lovers and friends who have left us by singing about their memory. It is left up to us, the living, to keep their memory alive.
It’s no accident that the season of winter fits so perfectly within a season of grief. In both places, it is dark, it is lonely, it is quiet. It is cold and windy. I’m hopeful that my season of grieving will start to pass as the earth starts towards the sun and the Equinox, but until then I will stay here in the quiet, raise my glass of Jameson towards the Heavens, and drink a toast to my Dad. And honor his memory, always.
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Good night, and joy be with you all.

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