{"id":672,"date":"2018-01-08T17:35:56","date_gmt":"2018-01-08T17:35:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wordpress\/?p=672"},"modified":"2025-01-18T20:25:22","modified_gmt":"2025-01-18T20:25:22","slug":"672","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/2018\/01\/08\/672\/","title":{"rendered":"Playing Songs for Mary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jan 8<\/p>\n<p>I picked up my guitar this morning which I have not played in several months now. Although it sits next to my bed, I have not felt the (something, I can\u2019t name) for some time to pick it up and play. When I did begin to play, my mind went to playing music with you, Mary.<\/p>\n<p>When you were around four, I was living in Guelph in a bachelor\u2019s pad. I showed you a picture during the last days you were with me before you transitioned from this life. We talked about it and the song I made up to sing to you while you were taking a bath and wanted me to sing a song to you. I would start out by singing, Mary, my special daughter. You would chime in with \u201cWhat?\u201d after I would sing Mary like I was calling you and you were answering me with what. We both thought that was very funny each time we did it and remembered it. It was a moment between Dad and Mary that I will always remember.<\/p>\n<p>This is one of your TaDa poses that you became so famous for.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-673 aligncenter\" style=\"font-size: 1rem;\" src=\"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/2011_06_22_12_22_250027-e1515432718724-204x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"204\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/2011_06_22_12_22_250027-e1515432718724-204x300.jpg 204w, https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/2011_06_22_12_22_250027-e1515432718724-768x1127.jpg 768w, https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/2011_06_22_12_22_250027-e1515432718724-698x1024.jpg 698w, https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/2011_06_22_12_22_250027-e1515432718724.jpg 1203w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 204px) 100vw, 204px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Love you forever to the moon and back!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jan 8 I picked up my guitar this morning which I have not played in several months now. Although it sits next to my bed, I have not felt the (something, I can\u2019t name) for some time to pick it up and play. When I did begin to play, my mind went to playing music &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/2018\/01\/08\/672\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Playing Songs for Mary&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,19,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-legacy","category-legacy-of-love","category-notes-to-mary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=672"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":858,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672\/revisions\/858"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maryboleyn.commemoratemylife.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}