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As if cemeteries weren’t depressing enough, it rained during my visit to my dad’s grave today. I held up my iPhone and played music for him anyway. I chose one song instead of two because of the weather. I opted to leave out Stevie Nicks, since the goat thing was not his ideal sound. After I talked to him a little bit, I went over to my grandparents’ graves to place my stones and say a quick hello. I hurried back to my loaner car and started the engine. Music filled the car. I thought, “No way,” as I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. Stevie Nicks was singing “Edge of Seventeen.” He may not have visited me last night in my dreams, but he came to me through my speakers instead. That was just fine with me, because I’ll take him in any form.
Enjoy the weekend.