Reflection On The Song Soon You’Ll Get Better By Taylor Swift

Ever since I was a little girl, my grandfather and I had a special bond. We would watch baseball games, play hide-and-seek, and go out to eat together. He always attended my dance recitals, singing performances, and school plays. My grandfather is unforgettable. His eyes are as blue as the sky, his smile is as bright as the sun, and his heart is made of gold. Unfortunately, he became sick with Parkinson’s disease and Dementia. My sweet grandfather no longer watches baseball games, plays hide-and-seek, or goes out to eat with me. Sometimes he does not remember when I come to visit him, where he is, or who I am. It breaks my heart to see his spirit crushed by a disease. Taylor Swift’s song, “Soon You’ll Get Better,” describes the sheer desperation for a loved one to get better.

It is hard to grapple the reality of my grandfather’s sickness. I feel selfish for fearing the loss of him because I cannot imagine his position. Swift’s heartfelt song details the melancholy atmosphere of a hospital. When I visit my grandfather, he looks empty and repeatedly reminds my family of how much he loves us. I grab his hand and stiffen at the fear in his eyes. I would do anything to make this heartache disappear. As Swift says in “Soon You’ll Get Better,” “I’ll paint the kitchen neon. I’ll brighten up the sky. ” I will never stop trying to cheer my grandfather up and put a smile on his face. If a coat of paint and a bluer sky would make my grandfather better, I would do it in a heartbeat. I pray to God for a miracle, but I am also not delusional; there is no cure. It is heartbreaking to witness my grandfather slowly deteriorate, but this tragic experience has taught me to love harder, hug tighter, and cherish every moment.

I will never forget the way my grandfather’s face lit up when he talked about baseball or the sound of his laughter when he made a silly joke. I try to conceal my fears about his condition to prevent him from feeling guilty about something that is out of his control. As Swift describes in her song, “You like the nicer nurses. You make the best of a bad deal. I just pretend it isn’t real. ” Despite his unfortunate condition, he still manages to crack a smile. Sometimes it is easier for me to pretend this is a horrible dream. I imagine our Sunday morning breakfasts, trips to the mall, and inside jokes. I cannot accept the fact that I may lose my grandfather to a debilitating disease. Because of his dementia, he is in his own little world. He creates his own reality and turns to a safe place in his mind. For example, he convinces himself he is at work when he is actually at the hospital. Instead of arguing with his reality, I agree with him. I do not want to ruin the only hope he has of normality. Playing “Soon You’ll Get Better” puts my feelings into words and reminds me I am not alone in my struggle. His icy blue eyes once lit up as he stood on home plate ready to crack the bat. Now, those crystal blue eyes flutter around in a hospital room. Although my grandfather fell victim to a heart-rending disease, I will always admire him for his courage, wisdom, and strength.