In Between the Chords of Life
My son and I were listening to a live
rendition of a song called “Need You Now”.
I told him that I like to hear the sound
of the fingers as they move across the
strings looking for the next chord.
In Ever Loving Memory of Dad…
“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…
