I can't listen to this song right now. More often than not, it makes me cry.It makes me think of my father.Before folks had the capabilities to burn cds or download music, there used to be these crazy things called audio cassette tapes. (grin) And I, inspired by my older brother's rather wonderful and unexpected gifts of treat tapes for birthdays that were a compilation of eclectic and diverse musical selections that conveyed a mood or took the listener on a journey, began making treat tapes for the people I loved. One for my mother for her un-birthday, her 60th, the only birthday that really bothered her. Many for my older brother. Gosh, I still miss him. And one for my father, for one of his birthdays. He used to listen to it while driving. And one of the songs on that treat tape was In my Life. That song said what I could not say to him. So.I can't listen to it right now because I just can't.But I love it.And I miss him. A lot.
I just typed in this long message. I have been copying my messages for some time as so many seem to get lost, but none of them have for such a long time that I did not back up my message.I think I know why. I was talking out loud about my brother.What I want you to know is that I find it lovely that your father listened to the music you taped. And then I have to end because I can't say all of the things again that I said that did not go through.
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