In early 2004, my beautiful 16-year-old niece-by-courtesy, Jenny, was killed in a car accident. When I flew out to Cleveland to be with her family, the song that comforted her father (my lifetime friend) above all others was Cat Stevens' "Moonshadow."
Why?
Because when Jenny was about two, they had been in Florida, in some kind of vacation place with a view of the water. The moonshadow was lovely, and the parents started spontaneously singing "Moonshadow" to their daughter. When they finished, she said "Again!" and they sang it again. And again. And again. And again.
To this day, it makes my friend smile, even through tears, remembering his glorious child.
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Date: 2007-04-20 05:30 am (UTC)Why?
Because when Jenny was about two, they had been in Florida, in some kind of vacation place with a view of the water. The moonshadow was lovely, and the parents started spontaneously singing "Moonshadow" to their daughter. When they finished, she said "Again!" and they sang it again. And again. And again. And again.
To this day, it makes my friend smile, even through tears, remembering his glorious child.