The freedom of saying goodbye...

Went to the Upper East Side today. Guess it was a routine visit, going to a book stores tribute to Katya, a dear friend and old neighbor who is performing at Carnegie Hall June 12th. I thought since I was there before that I'd be okay.

Thanks to a single song, I was left in tears before the event.

You see, music has quite a hold on me. It always has. When I was lonely, music lent some companionship. If I was angry, a hard beat and powerful voice helped release the pressure. If I was sad, I would listen to modern day crooners, mostly broadway ballads, to help the tears flow, then I'd feel a hell of a lot better. And best of all, when I was happy, I could sing along with the rest at the top of my lungs, on key or not.

Today, a song came across my iPod playlist and made the memories come flooding back. I was an independent woman, first living with a husband, then on her own on the Upper East. I had the East River to calm me, beautiful music from a neighbor I would meet only after I moved out, and a career that had me promoting the best city in the world.

I once had that.

(ending since i got off the bus - To Be Continued...)

Comments

Unknown said…
Marj: You have a lot of cool things about you! :) The sensitivity is a gift nd I wish more people had it. You embrace an obvious love of music and the romance of a city you love a lot.

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