The Song Remains the Same…
Nothing brings me back to a place or time or person, like a song. Some songs make me relive high school or when I was a little girl choreographing dances with friends at a slumber party. Usually, a song conjures up a specific person from my life.
My sweet mother passed when I was a teenager, and this song always makes me think of her. My dear Uncle Steve passed when I was in college, and this song makes me think of him. Last night, my Uncle Ray, one of the kindest people I have ever known, passed on….and this song will always make me think of him and his big smile as he would walk around the house singing in a voice that rivaled Marty himself.
That’s the beauty of a song. When I hear these songs, I don’t think of the illness, the accident, the sad goodbyes…I think of the smiles, the laughs, the moments that make up the life, not the death.