Music is the "universal" language

I am just returning from a full day and a fun night, but just had to write and share my adventures.

This morning I gave a talk on grief and loss to a sociology class led by my good friend, Janet Johnson. To thank me for my time, Janet took us to lunch at a wonderful Thai restaurant. While the food was terrific, the place was empty, so we had a leisurely lunch and chatted about all sorts of things.

The Musak was playing the "oldies but goodies" of my parent's generation and I noted the first strains of Danny Boy, telling Janet that it had been my dad's favorite song. I then shared that Moon River had been my mom's.

Then I started telling Janet various love stories of my youth: Alfred, the hotel clerk in Bermuda, that I admired from afar until he finally asked me to dance after dinner, and Peter, the tour guide on the New England bus tour that gave me wonderful attention-especially because I was the only tour attendee under the age of 60!

As we laughed over love and spring rolls, my ears heard the beginning notes of Moon River! I immediately teared up as Janet noted, "Wow, you got to hear from both of your parents within minutes of each other! And after today's topic, that's just perfect."

And it was. And I am grateful. I still love you, mom and dad! All is well.