Everyone knows the cliche about how you always hear the worst possible music at a time like this, right? Can you guess? How about Rod Stewart’s cover of “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” playing in the restaurant while we’re struggling to eat? We were crying as quietly and discreetly as we could, and I pointed out how much I hate Rod Stewart, which made my mom laugh.
My dad died four years ago today. I’m not trying to get melancholy about remembering him, but I do want to take inventory, so to speak, of where I am now versus then. So I went back to re-read the blog post I wrote that following day. The excerpt above still makes me giggle. And as Truvy said, laughter through tears is my favorite emotion. That’s when you know you’re feeling everything.
Very cool. I believe the Hebrews set up stones to remember moments like that one.