Another thing I like to hear when I’m sad is the sound of Patty Griffin’s voice, sad to its core, telling real stories of real people and their woes.

But it’s not the right drug, no. It’s OK to wallow, to embrace the funk and swim in it like the sea, but only for a brief moment. They’ll never bring me back up, like trying to drown your sorrows in drink, you don’t always realize how vehemently they float.

I love music; so does Paul. Although we both listen to almost everything, if I had my druthers I’d scan right past the slow country ballad….which are what Paul is trying to find.

He says that listening to that kind of music - those (to me) depressing, sad, tear-in-your-beer songs is “like taking a drug….eases your pain, Darlin’.” My “drug” of choice would be those up-beat, funky, just plain POSITIVE songs - that’s my musical anesthetic. Regardless of which poison you pick, music is a celebration of life…..and love….and sometime mourns loss.

I’m glad you were there to help ease the pain; to be his drug. His music, coming from you, celebrated his life, and mourned his loss. Let it serve as a reminder - both sweet, and bittersweet.