Almost a year into my relationship with Kristin (the charming woman who is now my wife… thank you, Washington D.C.), we went to a concert that was part of the Nashville Pride celebration. Lindsey Hinkle opened and was amazing. Then, this fabulous lot of “Girls with Guitars” including Cheley Tackett, Tammy Fowler, and Annie Mosher (with Cathey Stamps on percussion) took the stage. They were righteously awesome. We are talking about rock-freaking-stars, and we were having a crazy great time. Then, that damn Cheley Tackett did this…
Hauntingly beautiful, right?
There I sat, next to Kristin, both of us sobered by the reminder of her Uncle Jim, whose death to cancer still hurt way too much. Suddenly, I was aware of a woman standing next to me who’d stopped to celebrate on her way back from somewhere, perhaps the restroom or the bar… I don’t even know, but her sudden being there pulled me back into my body. She smiled a knowing smile, as if she could tell from the tears streaming down my cheeks where I’d gone off to, and said something like, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Both of my hands pressed firmly to my chest, I stammered, “I… I… I… It’s… stunning.” We’d heard it once before, at another venue, just after Jim died and on this day it was still every bit as powerful.
“Yeah… I just planned my funeral, and I’m having them play it.”