Oh my, does it ever. Today, riding my bike to work, I was listening to my daughter's ipod nano. All of a sudden, my gut was just in knots and there was this feeling of "Whoa Cowboy, What was that?!"
Then, I remembered. Then, I felt. Then, I remembered the feelings . . . it was a song we played at my sisters funeral. My sister, who was 2 months over 18; killed by a drunk driver. It was her funeral and it was our song. Here is the link. I played it over and over because the it was a bad memory; it was a sweet memory of the love I carry deep within my heart for this sweet baby girl. It is the hope I have of being with her again one day.
The Song holds a memory I pray I never lose . . . a memory of the dance we shared . . . thank you Garth for this song. It holds a life!
