As I work on my playlist this week I am sitting deep in grief. A woman I have known for 60 years has died. She was important to me. I know my playlist will reflect my sorrow and so it goes. I listen to my music and remember the first grief playlist I ever made. We were on our way to a hockey game when I got the call. My father was dead. The first person I loved who had died and my world went black. We didn’t go the the game. I went into the living room and closed the door and started playing songs on the record player for Tom, for me. It was the only way I could deal with the pain. And here I am 49 years later still using music as a way to heal.
