Anyone Can Whistle

I'm a born whistler. Legend has it I could whistle before I could talk. I would sit in my stroller and whistle Sweet Georgia Brown. It sort of freaked people out.

My wife tells me I whistle all the time. It's just a natural thing for me to do. I wouldn't be surprised if I whistled in my sleep. Someone told me once that a person who whistles all the time is a happy person. I think there is something to that. It's difficult to whistle when you're sad.

Yesterday I caught myself whistling a happy tune for the first time in weeks. And I felt guilty. I stopped. It's strange to me that I feel like I'm dishonoring Connor by being happy when I know he would want nothing less for me. The only way to honor his life is to live mine to the fullest. And yet I stopped whistling.

Instead I went back to my office and worked. I'm preparing for two worship services (one at which I'm preaching) and getting ready for camp next week. There is a lot to do, some of it difficult. As I poured myself into the work, I was reminded of these words from the beautifully sad song Anyone Can Whistle:

Anyone can whistle
That's what they say
Easy
Anyone can whistle
Any old day
Easy
What's hard is simple
What's natural comes hard
Maybe you could show me
How to let go
Lower my guard
Learn to be free
Maybe if you whistle
Whistle for me