When I was a little girl my dad would play the guitar and my sisters and I would gather around and sing. On the weekends, we would pile into the car and drive to Charlie and Rachel's, or another good friend of the family and my dad would play guitar with the men, there would be laughter, good food, and always great memories. The songs sung were by Kris Kristofferson, Jim Croce, John Denver, Mexican favorites or good old classic country. On nights when I can't sleep or sad I turn to music. As for many, it speaks to the soul and takes me back to a different time. Last night was one of those nights where I took solace in old friends.
My dad playing guitar while sister Samantha sings Mexican classic, Volver. Younger sister Adrienne in stripes.
One of my favorites is Sunday Morning Coming Down. For me it describes the overwhelming loneliness that one can feel. For me, this loneliness is palpable. I'm in the basement, in the dark, by myself, always. When will it end?
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