Will you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now.
“Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
(Freebird, Lynyrd Skynyrd)
Today was the first day I had an opportunity to spend a little time alone.
I had plenty to do, Tc left us at a time when Mike and I had started some renovations to the house and we had to put the workmen on hold last week.
They’re coming back tomorrow and I really needed to do some prep-work.
I turned both a downstairs and upstairs TV on to a 70’s Rock satellite station and just cranked it.
Tc was always a Rocker; she never deviated.
She’d roll her eyes at us when we turned on Country tunes or God forbid current Pop hits.
I’m not sure she had a clue who Garth Brooks was, much less Hannah-Montana!
Stevie Nicks, The Eagles, CCR… these were her people.
At first, the music Gods were working against me.
Roberta Flack’s “First time ever I say your face” came on; that got the flood gates open.
Next up was something equally as sappy.
After a couple of Captain and Tennille tunes, I hit the mother load.
Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird” came on.
Initially, after the musical build up leading to the opening line, I was a mess.
I just stopped what I was doing, sat on the stairs and wept.
And then the magic happened.
I felt her.
And I rose up.
And I danced.
Toby’s leaving tomorrow; she’s going back home to Ireland.
I don’t want her to go.
But I know she must.
She and Tc were a lot alike that way…
Freebirds.
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