when i got the bad news last friday that Granddad had died i was out at greg's farm. we had spent a wonderful thursday night just hanging out, and talking and having a beautiful dinner and far too much port. we were sitting there on friday morning having coffee and looking out over the fields and enjoying what was truly a perfect september day.
greg turned off the music that had been playing, and took up his guitar, and sang me the most beautiful song - "wild mountain thyme" - while tears streamed down my face.
that song will forever remind me of that day, and will always be comforting. his voice, combined with those beautiful words, filled me with love.
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