It’s always a song. It’s always when I hear something that connects somehow to another song we share. Or a memory. Or a moment. It’s always a song that makes me weep. When I rush to tell him. To make him hear. To extend just a little the borders of our shared experience. It’s always always a song – when I realize once again that he’s gone.
Tonight it’s the hundreds of times we listed together to Uncle Charlie and his dog Teddy.