+This is from Maya’s blog. She is Ronans’ mother. A very strong, courageous and brave woman.
You can read her other journal entries here.
Ronan. Do I even have words to write about what happened today? How can I find the words to write about this tonight? It’s taken me about 10 hours to process the phone call I got this morning. It all started with a voicemail.
“Hey Maya, it’s Taylor Swift…”
+Maya just wrote a blog post about how Taylor came to her regarding “Ronan”
http://rockstarronan.com/2012/09/09/hey-maya-its-taylor-swift/
+Taylor credited Maya Thompson (Ronan’s mom) with co-writing Ronan. Taylor has followed her blog, and you can see the similarities with the lyrics and her blog.
Blog:
You know the look you gave me, after you were first placed in my arms after being born. I saw the way your eyes sparkled only at me and the way your little mouth curled up into a smile, minutes after being born. We had an instant secret. As if you had been waiting for me for such a very long time and I for you. It was our secret club that nobody else knew about.
Lyrics:
I remember your blue eyes, looking into mine like we had our own secret club.
Blog:
The nurse taking care of Ronan patted me around 3:20 a.m. Ronan was ready to leave. I said to her, “Is he gone?” She replied, “Almost.” I grabbed on to my baby boy, whispered in his ear that I loved him, but it was time to go so he needed to come with me. I kept saying, “Come with me, Ronan. Let’s get out of here.” The nurse went to get Woody and when he got to the room, he kissed Ronan goodbye and that was that. His little heart just stopped.
Lyrics:
I remember the last day when I kissed your face and whispered in your ear
Come on baby with me, we’re gonna fly away from here
Blog:
Your clothes are still in your drawers, your closet is filled with all the things you never even got to wear. The hand me downs from your brothers, in bins in your closet.
Lyrics:
What if I’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you
What if I kept the hand-me-downs you won’t grow intoBlog:
Wishing for time to be reversed. I remember everything about this time last year. Everything from the text messages I sent, the phone conversations I had on the patio, to way you told me you loved me to the moon and back.
Lyrics:
I love you to the moon and back
Video:
Lyrics:
I remember you dancing before bedtime
Blog:
Ronan. I drive home. Alone. In the silence. With your blanket on my lap and your ashes around my neck. Blinded by my tears. I know what I am coming home to. An empty house.
Lyrics:
I remember the drive home when the blind hope turned to crying and screaming why
Blog:
I’d totally let you be Hanky the Christmas Poo for Halloween. Actually, I’d let you be Hanky everyday if that is what you wanted, if you were still here.I’d totally let you be Hanky the Christmas Poo for Halloween. Actually, I’d let you be Hanky everyday if that is what you wanted, if you were still here.
Lyrics:
And it’s about to be Halloween
You could be anything you wanted if you were still here
Dear Taylor,
Thank you. For what you did. I know this is all because of Ronan. Because you will never forget the blue eyes of the most beautiful little boy, who was mine, and who will forever be yours as well. You are helping to keep him alive in all that you choose to do, say, and take a stance on in life. You are helping to give these innocent kids a chance and a voice so that the face of this disease, will change. You are pure gold.
Thank you for bringing awareness to this awful world of Neuroblastoma. You are the light that shines through the dark, dark, clouds. We need awareness so badly and what you have just done, will help us to move these mountains, so much faster. My heart, will forever be yours.
xoxo
Maya Thompson, Ronan’s Mother (via someindierecord) +
