A Song

I don't know about anyone else, but I associate certain sounds, certain songs, with people in my life.

Someone I often find myself connecting things to is my dad.

My dad loves music, and he loves the same music he's loved since as long as I can remember.

So whenever I hear Enya I am immediately taken back to the nights where I would lie in my bed listening as the music mixed with the sounds of dishes being washed floated up in a symphony unique to my dad. He created it, and he created it often.

Another musician I associate with my dad is Yanni. I didn't realize this as the case until recently. He was driving me home from work and started talking about this pianist. Then, to illustrate how beautiful a certain song was he put on the cd as soon as we were home. Again, a familiar, beloved melody floated to my ears. I grinned.

I heard this song over the phone at work the other week and tried desperately to find it. Here it is. This song is a link to my dad. I hope you love it too. . .