As I searched my soul on what to write in remembrance of my Mother, Jeannie Giroux.
For my brother Peter Giroux and I, she was our five foot, four inch rock. As we lose our parents, for many of us, it is the end of the longest relationship we have ever had. For me, that was 62 years.
The rock of music isn’t melody, but chords. Written or implied, it is the road all music walks on; the foundation it is built on. That’s what she was for us. So that is what I composed ; a work of nothing but the best chords that I could put together that reminded me, of her. There are a few passing tones that sound like melodies, but they are just the chords speaking and introducing the next.
The title, comes from my heart which refuses to accept that she is no longer here. She is everywhere I look. Everywhere I go. In everything I feel. I will never, can never accept that she is gone with so much of her “Still Here”. We are both, still here. My soul will hold space for her for as long as I live.
