The other day, I was shuffling through my music library, and a song came up that reminded me of him, as so many songs do. Lately, I've been loading my library with such songs, as a homage to him.
When tears come, they are often provoked by an unexpected, random trigger. In my case, it was an Al Stewart song.
Stewart is arguably most famous for "Year of the Cat," but my dad always liked a more obscure song,"Roads to Moscow," best. Perhaps dad likes the melody or the classical guitar bits, but as the song played the other night, the tears came, and didn't stop until I was near sleep.
Maybe I shouldn't have cried, but the dad I grew up with doesn't exist anymore.
And it's heartbreaking.