Songs evoke memories, emotions, even physical responses.  I’m listening to a new one, now, but it makes me feel like I’m back home in my small town. 

I have so many memories – good ones, bad ones, funny ones – they hurt.  All of them.  The fact that so much of  my life is over hurts.  Why does that happen?  I’m sure I’m not alone in this. I hurt when I think of home, when I think of my son there, I hurt when I look at the ocean and feel the wind because of newer memories, and I hurt when I listen to the radio.  You can’t run away from this type of pain, I think the only thing to do is embrace it.  My life has been so rich, like dark chocolate.  I just hope that someday I’m sated.