Making Light of Things

How Sweet the Sound

There are times when I miss your scent, or the way your hand feels in mine. This morning I miss the sound of your voice. If I stay quiet and concentrate hard enough, I can actually hear you singing the loobylu song you taught me in the car, accompanied by yours smile and laughter.

Now we dance loobylu Now we dance loobylai Now we dance loobylu All on a Saturday night.

I only knew loobylu to be Claire till then.

Looking back at the moment it seemed so…complete. It felt perfect because you sang the most nonsensical lyric and yet through your effervescent joy made the most beautiful sense.

Our life together, even the times physically apart. The laughter and tears over the years all made sense, and everything falls into place.