My intention tonight was to tell this funny story about one of my students, but sometimes life gets in the way and I'm not in the story telling mood any longer. Instead I'll tell you about my day. It started off fine, I went to school, did the routine and everything was fine. I decided that I would go and visit my mom and dad after school, because I'm leaving to see my sister in Tennessee this weekend for spring break. We sat outside by the fish pond, and drank sweet tea and I told them my funny story about my students, we had dinner, and I helped my dad with computer issues.
last As I was getting ready to leave my dad handed me two CDs and told me that he thought I might like them. My mom had picked me flowers from the front yard before I left and I had them sitting with me as I drove. Immediately popped the cd into the player in my car. The very first thing I hear is my Uncle Daddy's voice- I lost it. I miss so much hearing his voice, and seeing his face. The whole time I was thinking about growing up with the music, Saturdays were not complete around our house without the usual jam session. I replayed those memories in my head while I was driving listening to his voice, I would not be the way I am today without the music. I surround myself with things that remind me of those times, when I'd mingle around with my friends who were always invited. I never once stopped to think that this could be thetime I heard it. Sometimes it sucks to get older, everything eventually becomes the past and that is at times- so hard to swallow.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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