I always had a strange affinity to this songs lyrics. Recently I started to write Poetry as a way to deal with the stress of knowing that my mother was too ill to recover and her recent death.
Today was especially tough and I often watch Mamma Mia! and Here we go again! to cheer me up. Today it did the opposite effect, especially when "Donna" started singing Slipping through my fingers. I suddenly realised that, that was exactly what happened to my mother.
My mom had a stubborn streak through her similar to "Donna". Though we knew who my father was, they were deforsed for many years.
I often described my mother as the Duracell Bunny on Steroids, as she just went on!
She was diagnosed with Cancer at 63, and her 80th Birthday was on the 2nd of January 2021. She had outlived all her siblings and the week before she passed away she still wanted to do so much.
She finally slipped through my fingers on the 12th of March. Today was truly bad for me so I decided on some therapy, I just cried more, but I still have that affinity to especially Slipping through my fingers.
As I have alwasy loved all ABBA music and those of their contemporaries I must be an oddity. I didn't begin to listen to ABBA due to the movies or the stage shoes, I loved the music before and was drawn to the performances because of it.
Long live ABBA without Slipping through our fingers. Wish I could have been at a stage show of the original band!!!
Sorry you've been going through a rough time with your grief, Steph. It'll come and go and become, in good time, a lovely bitter-sweet collection of memories. I agree about the power of music. The chorus of Slipping Through My Fingers, with Agnetha and Frida harmonising, is beautiful. However, I wonder what Frida's reaction to the song is nowadays? A bit difficult to listen to at times, perhaps, I imagine, after the loss of her daughter in 1998. But music affects us in different ways. And good that STMF appeals to you at this time.
I'm sorry for your loss, Steph. Grief is tough and treats us all differently and cruelly. I wish you strength.
You might already know this piece, but the Christopher Green radio play, Like an angel passing through my room - with an interview by Frida - touches on the grief that they both endured. I have found it helpful myself. Maybe you will too?