There’s the easy way… and then there’s the best, right way.
My wife has always known the difference between the two. And ninety-nine times out of a hundred, she has chosen the right path over the least-difficult road to take. She is still making the best, right choices. Even now.
Joey loves her some George Strait. She always has. He’s her go-to guy whenever she puts on a cd and is cleaning the house or driving her car. And when romance is in the air, it’s not Michael Buble’ or some crooner that she wants me to put on… she wants king George. And I am more than happy to oblige. A love-affair with a singing cowboy who lives a million miles away in her dreams seems safe enough for me. Heck, I think there are really only two or three men out there that I would’ve had to worry about being jealous of…. George, Robert Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones. The last two are because of the movie Lonesome Dove. My wife and I have watched ‘Gus’ and ‘Woodrow’ make the long cattle-drive to Montana a half-dozen times or more over the years. And she gets that look in her eyes when she watches that movie. She’s enamored by those men. By that lifestyle. Joey loves real cowboys.
I don’t know why she loves me. She could’ve had any cowboy she wanted…. could’ve had the western life she dreamed of as a little girl riding her first horse Velvet. But she didn’t choose some handsome Marlboro man with a Sam Elliot mustache and a thousand-acre ranch… instead, she chose our little farm and she chose me. And I’m a long way from a cowboy. We do have horses now…well, the two that I got for Joey for her birthday this last fall (though she and I only got to see them a couple of times before our lives took us back to the Cancer Center in Atlanta and then here to her hometown in Indiana). And unfortunately, she will never get to ride those or any horses again. They will instead be grazing in the pasture around the family cemetery in the back field behind our farmhouse, where my bride will soon rest.
It is difficult for me to write this, partly because it seems like everything I write these days ends up as some tragic news story about my wife and her ‘last days’ and the ‘shocking’ new development that has just been shared. I want to apologize for any sensational headlines that this or any post has created. That has not been my intention. These are just stories… small vignettes from our lives, just like the ones that you and everyone out there are living every day.
That being said, I am thankful. So very thankful – that our story has been shared and shared and shared. Thankful that because it’s being picked up and shared by dozens of news organizations and hundreds of thousands of individuals on Facebook and elsewhere, somehow my wife’s life and ultimately her death, might possibly help or encourage someone else somewhere. That this life she’s living might impact the life of someone that she and I will never meet, and never see, at least this side of heaven. That is a good thing. No, that is a great thing. Thank you.
The other reason it’s hard for me write this is because it has been so long coming on. Sometimes I feel like the boy who cried wolf. We’ve been here going through this for months and months now. Though many ups and downs. Nearing the end, doing better, nearing the end again. Hoping. Praying. Believing. But through it all, most of us have known down-deep for awhile now, that the end would eventually come… but we haven’t really faced it. I don’t think we’ve been in denial, just filled with hope and living in the moment. Because though you know that your loved-one is dying… somehow you find a way to find the good, even in the dying. You say to yourself…. she’s still here. We’re still together. And it’s still life. Sort of. But not really. This isn’t the kind of life my wife would want to be living. Not if you know her.
Joey has done all she set out to do… even right to the very end, and by sheer will-power (and God’s grace), she was still here to to see our baby’s 2nd birthday. Over the last number of weeks her pain had gotten worse and her health had continued to decline rapidly. And not long after Indy’s birthday my wife decided that ‘enough is enough’. She was ready to stop fighting and she told me so. She said the flowers would soon be blooming back in Tennessee. It’s time to go home.
Joey gathered her family together around her and she said goodbye to each of them… to her mother and father and her three sisters. There were lots of tears as she explained to each one how much she loved them and that she was going to be going home soon. That her time here was done and she was going to go to sleep soon. And then she asked me to bring our baby in. And so… I set our little Indy on Joey’s lap and we all cried with my wife as she told her how much her mama loved her and, “…you be a big girl for your papa… and that mama will be watching over you”. And then she pulled Indiana up and she kissed her.
One last kiss.
My wife has been asleep for days now and her body is shutting down quickly. The hospice nurse came again this morning and said Joey will most-likely only be with us for a few more days… at the most.
A few more days… In the 40 short years that Joey has lived, my bride has accomplished many great things… she’s lived a very full life. But even more than that, she has loved those around her greatly and been loved greatly in return. I can honestly say that Joey’s isn’t just a life well-lived, it’s a life well-loved.
God only gives each of us a certain amount of time to be on this earth and every day when we wake up, we get to decide how we are going to spend those precious minutes and hours. There are no do-overs, no second-chances, no next-time-around’s to get it right. Joey knew this and she has made each and every day count. One of the last things Joey said before she drifted into the deep sleep she’s been in for a few days now is, “I have no regrets… I can honestly say, that I have done everything I wanted to do and lived the life I always wanted to live”.
I went through some pictures on my computer last night and let them take me back. Back to when we met… oh, how young and beautiful she looked. And I let them carry me through the years, to where we are now. Lying here beside me, she is still so beautiful to me. We recorded a song a few years ago by Shawn Camp and Dennis Morgan for the same album that we recorded “When I’m Gone” on, but it didn’t make the record. I think maybe it was on some special bonus version somewhere, but for the most part nobody’s ever heard it. I came across it the other day and put some of Joey’s photos with it… I could barely listen or watch at first. But then, as I listened and watched more… I smiled more and I cried less. It’s called “In The Time That You Gave Me”
In the time that God gave her… I believe Joey’s given all she could give. She’s loved all she could love and lived all she could live. And her faith… yes, it’s strong enough to save her. I know she’s done Him and all of us proud… in the time that He gave her.
When we were at the Academy of Country Music awards in Las Vegas a few years ago, George Strait was there for a presentation and we were backstage with a group of folks, standing right in front of him… maybe ten feet away. They were giving him some sort of award, and I was encouraging Joey to go say hello. She didn’t want to. So I took her hand and walked her over closer to the small crowd that surrounded him until George and Joey’s eyes met… then George smiled and shook her hand, and she smiled back at him.
I thought it was a special moment. But it wasn’t. At least not for her. Afterwards, I could tell that it wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t just want to meet her hero, she wanted to earn his respect and meet him then, only then. She wanted to meet him ‘the right way’, or not meet him at all. I love that about her.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about her love of cowboys and after all these years, I can’t say I have understood why Joey would choose me and not some rugged horseman from Texas or Montana or somewhere. But then again, maybe it’s not about looking like a cowboy, it’s about what’s inside. Maybe that’s what she saw in me that I didn’t. Maybe there’s more to it than the hat and horse that Joey admired about George and Gus and Woodrow… maybe it was what she believed was inside of those cowboys. What she believed was inside of me…
A month or so ago, a man from out west sent an email that hurt me. But it hurt me in a good way. He doesn’t know it but it came to me at a time when I think I needed to hear the words he said. To help me understand. I showed the email to Joey and told her that I didn’t understand why he called me ‘cowboy’ in the email. Joey just smiled and when she finished reading, gave me a little wink that seemed to say, “you may not understand…but I do”. Here are the words that man wrote…
“Cowboy, you get to stand on the same stage as her.
She looks at you, into your eyes. She’s not looking at the crowd for attention. She’s looking at you, because she’s amazed by you. Cowboy, that’s an old fashioned love, that you get to experience. She can’t fake that, and she can’t help that. She can’t hide that. We can all see that. Well done.
Partner, there’s a beautiful little girl who is learning how to look at her dad, because she see’s how her mommy looks at you. Ms. Joey’s done her job – and done it well. Now she can just be a mommy. Little girls like yours may learn different than other children, but they learn. They learn and know love better than most of us. I grew up with a mom who worked with special needs children. Few things can love, like a child with special needs. Truly a blessing of life long love.
I saw you in Walla Walla a few years ago. You were at Clarette’s Restaurant. You were just two normal people at a small booth, in a small town country diner. I was across from you. It was so obvious. It was American love……and it did not need to be interrupted. I smiled as I left, thinking, “That’s what it’s all about.” A couple famous folks, who probably don’t care about the fame. It reminded me of what George Strait must look like. Just a real person, enjoying taking his beautiful wife out for breakfast, and damn the attention. Like a real cowboy, it’s a way of life. Everything is in the moment, and beauty rises to the surface.
What you’re doing, how you are sharing, how you have put frustration, hurt and what must be some anger aside, is the weight only something a real cowboy could shoulder.
It’s the American ideology, like the “So God Made a Farmer,” Dodge Ram commercial, in the Super Bowl a couple years back. You’re that American man. That man/dad who can shoulder a burden.
You’re a cowboy, Rory. The kind who’s rough calluses on his hands, feel soft to the women he loves.
What you’re going through, I can’t imagine. You’ve got those big square shoulders, and she’s got those big pretty eyes. It’s the perfect puzzle. The perfect match.
Rory, I pray for peace for Joey. Whatever happens, you need prayer too. Partner, Cowboy, square your shoulders, because your beautiful wife and daughter, they need a cowboy right now, and you’re the one that God knows has the biggest, strongest shoulders.
Another dot on the map, another family lifting yours up in prayer. We’re out here in little old Walla Walla, Washington, and your daughter, your wife, and you are in our daily prayers. – Jim Brennan”
Thank you Jim, whoever you are.
And thank you to all who have followed my wife’s beautiful journey. Who are still following. Though our hearts are heavy we all need to do our best to remember that this is not the end. It’s only the beginning.
When Joey takes her last breath here… she will take her first breath there.
This has been a week to remember.
There have been big parties for little people and small losses with great lessons… and we even had a romantic night filled with more love for each other than we even thought was possible. But mostly, this has been a week filled with thankfulness.
Joey and I watched the Pre-Grammy celebration together – the early portion of the show where the award that we were up for and some others were given out. To say it was a bit surreal to be where we are, looking at where our music has taken us, is an understatement.
I’ve said before that just being nominated is enough. But after having more time to think about it… that’s not actually true. Instead, I would say that just being able to wake up and look into the eyes of the people we care about and tell them that we love them is enough. Everything else is just icing on the cake.
The truth is, God has blessed us with the gift of something even bigger than a Grammy award this year… perspective.
The morning after the award show, Joey looked into my eyes and said, “I’m sorry we didn’t win us a Grammy”. I smiled and said, “that’s okay”. Then jokingly, I added, “…there’s always next year”. She smiled back at me and said, “yes… next year”. And then she talked about how if we were to ever be nominated again, that I have to promise her that I would go. And I told her that I would. Then her smile widened and she winked and said, “and guess what… I’ll know the winner before you do”.
Indy and I drove through what seemed like a blizzard on Sunday afternoon to pick up dinner for Joey for Valentines Day. My wife loves sushi and I had decided that morning that we could surprise her with some of her favorite rolls. But driving down the icy roads with the wind blowing and the snow drifting, I started to worry that my truck might end up in a ditch somewhere between here and Muncie and our whole night would be ruined. But we made it home okay and Joey was so happy to see the food we had for her. And though she’d hardly eaten anything at all for the last couple of weeks… starting that night, her appetite came back and she had the greatest time. Her three sisters helped her with make-up and she put on a nice shirt and scarf to look pretty for me… and we both even wore sweet corsages that someone sent to us in the mail for the big day (I hadn’t even seen a corsage since my senior prom). We lit a candle and together, we shared an incredible Valentines day evening.
When dinner was over, as I said goodnight and tucked the blankets around her in the little hospital bed she has been living in for months, she thanked me for the special night and then made one last request. “If Jody helps me to scoot over to one side…could you try to lay down with me and put your arms around me?”
I haven’t been able to be in the same bed with my wife or hold her in my arms since the beginning of November – when she made her last trip to the hospital.
But for one sweet half-an-hour… that changed on Valentines day.
Our manager Aaron called us yesterday morning and told us that lots of folks have been buying our new Hymns album and that stores across the country have had a hard time keeping them in stock since they went on sale earlier this week. I put it on speaker phone so Joey could listen and hear the wonderful news and say hi to Aaron. When we hung up, Joey and I sat there holding hands… knowing that in time those sales could turn into some income for our family and that could really help, now that there are no more concerts or income from shows. We talked about what a blessing it was, and then she looked at me very seriously and said, “I need you to do something for me…”. I told her I would be glad to. Then with all the sincerity in the world, she said, “I need you to be generous… God has blessed us so much. We need to bless others’.
God I love that woman.
Joey barely slept the night before Indiana’s birthday. She was too excited. Jody said she didn’t fall asleep until about 5 am, around the time that Indy and I woke up. When Joey woke up, a little before noon, I came in to see her… and tears were flowing down her face. Again, I put my arms around her and asked, “why are you crying honey?”…
“We made it…”, she softly answered. “We made it”.
And once again, my tears mixed with hers.
Please don’t think that our life is all sappy tears and Hallmark-movie moments, like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, because it’s not. There is lots of real pain and hurt and frustration and fun and laughter… and most times, we just pinch ourselves because we feel so darn lucky and blessed. But the moments that seem to stand out – the ones that matter and hurt the most of course – have tears in them. And I can’t help but share a few of the most powerful moments as they happen. To capture them. To remember.
For the most part, Indiana’s big day was nothing but joy and more joy. She has a way of bringing even the most painful parts of life back into perspective. All day long (and for days before that) the mailman and the UPS and FedEx drivers kept knocking on the door – delivering more and more presents from strangers, family and friends… to Indiana in Indiana.
So by the time the birthday song had been sung and the birthday cake had been eaten and we got around to opening gifts… it took all of her cousins to help her get the presents open.
We decorated the room that Joey is staying in and set Indy’s high-chair with a ballon on it right beside her bed… so Joey could see and be part of the whole thing.
I could go on and on and tell you all about our evening and our baby’s 2nd birthday party – but it’s probably easier to just let Indy’s face tell the story…
Thank you Lord that we were able to all be together for this special day, for this special week.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Our music has taken us many incredible places and let us experience some amazing things in the past 8 years and people we meet have often asked if we had a plan to get to where we are. I’ve always answered, “yes, there’s a master plan… it’s just not ours”.
And so now, with the big week we have coming up, we have a little plan. But ultimately, how the plan plays out is up to God.
Valentines Day is this Sunday, the Grammy awards Monday, our little Indiana turns 2 on Wednesday, and on top of all that, our new album was released today.
I woke up just before the sun came up this morning with all those things on my mind…
Our very first date was on Valentines day in 2002. The horse-vet clinic Joey worked for at the time, Tennessee Equine Hospital, had a Valentines get-together for their staff and she invited me to come with her. That night must’ve gone pretty well… because two months later we were engaged and two months after that, Joey and I were married.
What I really want to do on this, our 14th Valentines together, is share a romantic candle-lit dinner with my bride: grill out rib-eyes on the campfire back home, pour two glasses of red wine and sit across from her at our kitchen table – just like we’ve done on more than one special occasion. But those things aren’t able to happen this year.
Neither Joey, nor I, have laid eyes on our farmhouse back in Tennessee since the middle of October. On top of that, Joey’s illness hasn’t allowed her to be able to eat much of anything for some time now and she sleeps most of the days and nights away. So my hope this year instead is to hold her hand and take her on a ‘virtual’ walk down memory lane together… with pictures and videos on my laptop. I want to take her back to where our lives first began together, and relive this beautiful journey that God has taken us on… from that first song she heard me sing at the Bluebird cafe, to the last one we sang together as we stood on stage and took our final bow… to the songs that she will leave behind here on earth and the ones she will soon sing for eternity to our sweet Lord in that heavenly choir up yonder.
A trip down memory lane together…
That, and I’m hoping for a few soft kisses. The passion for each other that Joey and I once had has been replaced by the sweetest, gentlest kisses.
I live for those kisses.
They are enough.
Grammy’s and Grandpas:
A few nights later we will again gather around Joey’s bed and turn the tv-in-the-corner on and watch the Grammy Awards – Joey’s mama and daddy and her three sisters and their kids – all of us having a big-time together. We’ll watch the presenters and performances and scan the cutaways to the audience for our daughters and our manager in the sea of people dressed-to-the-nines for the big night. And we will smile at each other and wonder how in the world we got so blessed. How we’ve come so far without going anywhere at all.
Heidi and Hopie and Aaron left Nashville this morning headed for LA…
They’ll be staying with the Welk’s – our good friends on the coast that we made all of our early albums with – and attending all the events that we would’ve loved to have been there for. Representing us. Seeing and even meeting some of their musical heroes and having a wonderful time I hope. And raising a glass and toasting to their mom and dad and this extraordinary, ordinary life we are all living.
Joey tried to talk me into going with them… many, many times. She even had a Southwest ticket purchased for me that I cancelled. I can’t leave her. I won’t. I have done many foolish things and made lots of mistakes in my life, but this isn’t going to be one of them. Instead, I will be sitting beside her and cheering on Little Big Town, and Blake Shelton and Charles and all the talented folks who are nominated in our category and others. It’s an honor for us to just be a part of that night, it truly is.
The girls have asked me to write something for them to read… just in case. I told them not to worry about it, but they insist. I can’t imagine our names being called. But then again, Joey and I also couldn’t have imagined us being where we are at all… the good parts or the bad.
So I will write something. And when she’s awake, I will run what I’ve written by Joey like I do all these blog posts. And she will say “it’s beautiful honey”, and then gently point out the words I’ve misspelled and let me know if I’ve left off something important, or am coming across sounding arrogant or insincere.
She’s so smart and good.
I might have the words that bring characters to life. But my wife has the character that brings my words to life.
That’s a perfect description of the birthday party we have planned for Indy. It’s of course going to be Gruffalo-themed…he has ‘terrible teeth in his terrible jaws!’. My mother-in-law June is going to make Indy a paleo ‘Gruffalo crumble’ cupcake and we’ll have ‘owl ice cream’… and we will do our best to make it the very special day that it is.
Our plan is to put streamers up around Joey’s bed and move Indiana’s high-chair in beside her, so Joey can be part of it. So she can watch our little-one eat her cupcake and rip the wrapping paper off her gifts. But Joey is very fragile right now, and so with all of these plans we have, we will need to adjust for what my wife needs.
Hymns and Her:
This past September, on a weekend trip back home from the Cancer Treatment Center in Atlanta, we taped the tv special at the concert hall we have in our big barn. Joey was so exhausted, she barely made it through the evening. I actually don’t know how she did. But to watch, other than her already being thin and tired… you wouldn’t hardly know it. She was in all her glory on that stage singing those songs, and it shows.
Getting this project made was important to Joey. And I think that’s what gave her the energy and strength to see it all the way through.
A month later, in early October… we came back home again and taped the interview with Bill Gaither that is on the dvd. The day after, we were back in Atlanta, finding out the Cancer had spread and there was nothing further the doctors could do. Soon after, we came here to Indiana.
Yesterday Joey and I looked at the CD together and talked about how beautiful it is and how if the taping had been a week later… it wouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t have.
About how God must’ve known. How He always knows. His timing is perfect.
I loved watching Joey looking, reading… holding one this last dream of hers in her hands.
There’s a special version of the new record called a ZinePak, that is in Cracker Barrel’s only I think. And it has the neatest little page booklet that it comes in… filled with almost 50 pages of stories from our lives and from this blog. Our life story. Our love story. Part of it anyway.
Someone shared a link with me yesterday of the complete one-hour Hymns special that is gonna be running on tv around the country. I asked the Gaither folks if it’s okay if I share it and they said it was, so it is here if you’d like to watch it sometime.
My wife is so beautiful on the stage, in the spotlight. So full of life and love. I started to watch it last night, but decided to wait.
I’m going to watch it with Joey… on Valentines day date night.
Yes, I have a plan. But mine aways gives way to His.
Some things are meant to be. They’re bigger than us. Bigger than coincidence.
And the only way you can explain them is…
I’ve known Aaron Carnahan my whole life… he’s not just our manager, he’s also my cousin. His father Rod is my mother’s older brother.
We grew up separately, together. My family followed his across the country many times in search of work and a better life. We often found ourselves living in the same towns, and when times were really hard, even the same house.
When I was in my early teens, Uncle Rod let me tag along with Aaron and their family on a trip to Nashville, and we got to take a tour of the Ryman Auditorium. Aaron and I stood on that stage together looking out at the wooden pews and thought about all the history and the people who had sang there through the years – unaware that one day in the future, I would perform dozens of times on that very stage with my beautiful bride on the Grand Ol’ Opry and Aaron would be standing in the wings, cheering us on.
During our high school years, Aaron spent dozens of nights camped out beside me on the living room floor in our little house… through one particular winter when we had no heat and had to hang blankets over the doorways, because we also had no doors. It didn’t matter to him that just across town his family had a nice warm home and his room had a heated waterbed.
When I was seventeen, with going-to-college not an option… I joined the service. Aaron was standing beside me the day I left out on a bus, bound for Marine bootcamp on Parris Island.
Two years later, when his parents divorced, Aaron moved in with me and finished his senior year at a high school in South Carolina where I was stationed.
And though our lives separated for most of our adult lives, they paralleled each other’s in so many ways…
While in the service, I got married, had two daughters and was divorced within a couple of years. He too got married, had two daughters and divorced.
His third child, Greg, who is 25 now, has down syndrome. My third daughter, little Indiana with her sweet almond eyes, didn’t come along for me until many years later.
In the mid-90’s while I was still new to Tennessee, chasing my dreams and struggling to find myself and God, Aaron was 500 miles away in Illinois going through the same thing. Not long after he became a Christian, so did I. It was Aaron’s journey to faith that played a huge part in leading me to find mine.
His second marriage to Jill Hodel was the vision of marriage that I had always hoped for and dreamed of. So beside my bed each night, I prayed that God might bring someone special into my life, like He had brought to Aaron.
Not long after that, I was playing a show at the Bluebird Cafe and a beautiful brown-eyed girl with a boy’s name was in the audience listening.
Joey and I got married in 2002.
Aaron’s wife Jill grew up in the same farmhouse in Illinois her whole life. She has 4 siblings whose names all begin with letter J… Jeff, Jason, Jeremy and Jamie. My wife Joey grew up in the same farmhouse in Indiana her whole life and she has 4 siblings also. Their names are Jody, Julie, Justin and Jessie.
Aaron and Jill’s anniversary is June 15th. The same as ours. On his 5th wedding anniversary, Aaron was the best man at our wedding.
While still in medical school in Chicago, Jill was diagnosed with cancer. After surgery, and many rounds of chemo and radiation, she made a full-recovery and now Jill Carnahan is one the country’s leading functional medicine doctors.
When I called Aaron in May of 2014 and told him that the doctors suspected that Joey had a tumor on her cervix… he couldn’t take any more. I remember him crying on the phone and saying… “you can’t have this. This is where it has to stop…”. That was the one place where the paralleling of our lives was almost too much for him to bare.
A couple years after Joey and I were married but still long before Joey and I ever even thought of singing together… Aaron called me one night from a movie theater in Peoria. He said that he had just seen the Joaquin Phoenix/Reese Witherspoon film “Walk The Line”… and that sitting in the theater he had a vision that Joey and I were going to sing together one day and be a very successful singing duo, just like Johnny and June.
I didn’t believe him.
Some time later, when Joey’s music career wasn’t going anywhere and she was working as a waitress and about to give up on her dream… Aaron and I drove to Best Buy and bought an inexpensive video camera. We read the directions and over the next couple of days made a homemade audition video for Joey to submit to CMT’s upcoming TV show “Can You Duet”. That video was how we got on the show and it launched our music career and completely changed our lives.
That youtube video is also how Overstock.com found us and came to make the tv commercials we made with them at our farm.
Looking back now, it’s easy to see that Aaron was helping guide our career, long before he was ever managing us.
Near the end of 2011, we asked Aaron to be our manager. And so on faith… Aaron left the ministry in Colorado that he was part of and started ‘ministering’ to us and the people around us. He had no experience in the music business, no experience managing an artist, and knew no one in Nashville really, except us. But what he had was faith. And a belief that anything is possible. Coupled with a desire to help us reach our goals while living an honest and authentic life together.
What we’ve been able to accomplish since Aaron started working with us had been nothing short of amazing. Though he is technically our manager, he doesn’t really manage us or our career. Not really.
He just loves us.
He still lives in Boulder, CO, but is here in Indiana or Tennessee with us almost more than he’s home. He works tirelessly on our behalf. All day every day. He does our booking, negotiates our contracts, handles the press, our schedule and, and, and… and somehow still finds time to answer fan phone calls and emails – people wondering how Joey is doing and how they can help.
Over the last 4 years… Aaron has babysat, mowed our lawn, painted barns, fixed broken sewer lines, grocery shopped, killed skunks, weeded our garden, cleaned our house, and a million other big and small things that have nothing to do with his job – all to help make our dreams come true and our lives better.
A couple years ago he even played the main role of John in our music video for the song “Josephine”. He also co-wrote and produced the movie Josephine that I directed that will come out later this year.
He is a man of many, many hats.
On our ten-year wedding anniversary, we were on tour in Sweden with Dwight Yoakam. So we renewed our vows in a 300 year old chapel with Aaron and Heidi by our sides.
And now, here we are in 2016 and Aaron’s still managing… us… our music… and where life has led us. But mostly I think he’s just doing his best to manage the pain he feels. He wants so desperately to fix this for us, but he knows he can’t.
We are here because God wants us here. Aaron knows that. We all do.
I think he’s cried more tears over what is happening right now than all of us put together. If you’ve ever met Aaron, the one thing you learn right away, is that he doesn’t hold back his emotions. No one gets more excited… or hurts more for others than he does. It’s one of the many beautiful giftings that God has given him.
I woke up thinking about him today. And about the ties that have bound us together. What an incredible blessing Aaron has been to me all these years, and is to Joey and me now. There isn’t a moment that goes by that we aren’t thankful for him and all he’s done for us and with us.
Today is my best friend Aaron’s birthday. He’s 48 years young. Though he is with his wife in Colorado, and I am with mine here in Indiana… we know his heart is with us, and he knows our heart is there with him.
Aaron, Joey and I want tell you that we love you more than these, or any other words can say.
Happy birthday my friend.
Spring is my wife’s favorite season.
It always has been. It’s when she feels most alive. And this year, in spite of all she’s going through… is no exception.
My favorite season is Christmas… even though it’s not technically a season – it is for me. I start getting ready for it in about October. Joey is that way with springtime. Months before it actually gets here, she’s busy preparing for it.
Back home in Tennessee, she plants a big garden every spring behind our farmhouse. By mid-January each year, she’s ordering seeds online or going to the Farmers Coop to stock-pile some of her favorites. She’ll spend hours looking through catalogs and searching online for just the right ones.
Some seeds she will plant directly in the garden in late March or April, but some she likes to start early, inside the house. In years past, it’s not unusual for me to walk in the house and find our kitchen table completely filled with seed packets, potting soil and egg cartons… and Joey grinning ear-to-ear, truly in her element.
Joey likes to plant some of seedlings in clear divided-containers she gets from the store, but her first choice is to use natural containers that the good Lord has provided. So about two weeks ago, she had Jody, Julie and I start saving the shells from our eggs at breakfast each day. Then last week, after she sent us to the store for potting soil, she started her seeds.
We had a pretty good cold spell here in Indiana after that… but then two days ago, the sun broke through the clouds and it almost felt like spring was in the air. And to make it even better, when we woke up yesterday, some of Joey’s seedlings had sprouted… like little arms stretching after a long sleep, the tiny seeds that she had planted had broken through the surface of the soil and sprung to life.
It was a beautiful sight to see. Even our little Indy was in amazement.
It was her first time to really see her Mama’s green thumb in action.
As fun as it is to see the seeds coming to life, this isn’t just fun for Joey.
She does it because it’s important to her. Planting a garden and raising food that she can feed her family is part of who Joey is. That doesn’t stop just because you have cancer or are stuck in a bed for months-on-end. Life goes on. And what was important, is still important to her.
I love that about my wife. That, and a million other things.
Joey knows what matters most. From the day I met her, I knew that. She wasn’t like me… where what seemed most important changed from day to day or seemed to shift with what was on my mind or how full my plate was at the time. She knew what was important – what was really important… down in her heart of hearts. And she acted on it.
She still does.
My friend Tim Johnson and I sat down with Joey not long after we were married and wrote out a list with her of a lot of the things that were important to her. That list became a song. Our song. It’s probably the one that we’re most known for. It’s how we ended every episode of our tv show.
When we recorded that song, I think some people in music industry thought it was too simple-minded, not cutting edge enough. I felt just the opposite. I believed it was a bold statement – a woman singing about feeding her family a home-cooked meal, staying out of debt, or trying to be the best mother she can be. In a culture that seems to scream ‘more, more’ and ‘faster, faster’… I knew Joey wasn’t just singing about what was important to her, she was singing about what’s important to millions of wives and mothers and girls all around the world.
The song didn’t really make any kind of a dent in the Billboard charts, but it made a difference in a lot of lives. It still does.
We made that music video in the early spring of 2010 and of course, Joey’s seedlings are there, on a table close to the window in our kitchen. She’s tending to them with a cup of coffee in her hand.
Now, here we are in Indiana and her seedlings this year are on a ledge in the kitchen window.
They get plenty of sunlight and it won’t be long before she’ll have us transplanting them to larger pots. Her hope is that they will make the trip home with us to Tennessee. Whenever that is. To be planted in our garden, and grow and find their way onto our plates or into jars in our pantry.
I often sit beside her as she talks to me about the garden and tries to teach me the things I will need to know. Like how to tell when the watermelon are ripe and how many weeks apart to stagger planting the sweet corn.
I take notes in my laptop, but I don’t really want to know. Not really. I just want her to be able to be in the garden – this year and twenty more after it. I want her to be able to weed and water and hoe and harvest, and to be able to can and freeze the fruit of her labor and feel the pride that she’s felt in the past at knowing that “these sweet potatoes and beans and tomatoes are from our land”…from her hands.
That’s what I really want.
But still, I sit beside her and smile and listen and take notes. And I will keep the garden going. Joey’s garden.
And I’m sure in time, I will learn to love it too. Because she loved it. And part of her will be with us… in every seed we plant, and every vegetable we harvest … and every bite we take.
It’s morning now. Indiana is up and it’s time for breakfast.
Joey has asked that we keep saving egg-shells. She wants to plant more… enough for her sisters to take home and start plants of their own in their gardens.
It’s hard for me to believe that there will be life after this cold, hard winter… and I think Joey knows that.
So thin and gaunt, and more frail than ever, my wife is sowing her seeds – putting down roots in the soil of our lives and hearts.
Getting us ready for something that we can’t see right now for the tears in our eyes… something she might not even get to see at all.