It doesn't take much, a random thought, the first notes of a Van Morrison song, or a thousand others, each tied to images, to memories, the soundtrack of our story.
I can see your lips move, your hips move, and I begin to sway, as I feel you pull my heartstrings toward you.
Yes, I am smiling, and yes those are tears, made from grief, gratitude, joy.
What I have found over time, as my feet have worn smooth the jagged stones of the journey, is that you are never farther than a cherished memory.
