It’s my favorite song in the entire world, and I bawl like a baby every single time I hear it. I am sure there are other people that feel the same way, but I have a special connection to it. When I was nine and my sister was three, my mom and dad took my sister and me on a cruise. While on it, we had a talent show, and my three year old sister brought the house down by singing that song. People were engulfed in tears, including me. It’s one of the best memories of my life so far.
Today, it chokes me up that I left (name redacted) behind, and the song means even more. Today I remembered what I considered the best and my favorite memory of her, and I wished on the stars for her happiness.
We were on the waterfront, sitting together on a picnic. She was introducing me to someone, and she called me her best friend, out loud, right out there where everybody could hear it. I saw stars. I think on that memory and I blubber like a baby while “Somewhere Out There” plays in Lindsay’s three year old voice.
It is amazing to me how much grief allows me to let go by smiling all the way through it with happy tears.
Stories That Are All True 