A playlist

This is a little grieving guideline I want to share with you:

Music was a tool that helped us even out the mood with our loved ones while we cared for them. I heard that music that Burt had enjoyed would be best.

Now that he’s gone, I again am turning to songs from a lifetime to soothe and recall.

Making myself a playlist is my current memory project. I have been listening to various styles of music for the months since Burt’s been gone. Of course, I have, but today I ventured to put together a special selection.

First off, it will favor the songs [and artists] that have always tugged my heartstrings. Bette Midler. Carole King. Barbra. Linda Ronstad.

That’s why I’m listening to Dolly sing “mount up and enjoy The Ride.” Her song to her husband just after he passed, around the time Burt did, is also playing.

In fact, I have a selection from her catalog along with Nat King Cole. He was an artist Burt had admired. Unforgettable seems a good pick.

Little known fact, Burt loved Christmas songs, so this is a perfect time to compile a best of list.

The list will go on (heck, it might expand to include that Celine Dion song). Whitney Houston’s famous rendition of the Parton I Will Always Love You is now playing.

The playlist will occupy some of my time and I expect may be unending. A metaphor, perhaps.

Just re-found the track from Dirty Dancing. So appreciate hearing (I’ve Had )The Time of My Life today; it’s true and a tribute to all our years together.

Years ago, before Lewy came into our lives, I used to sing Smokey Robinson’s My Guy to myself while at the gym. It was a habit I returned to after Burt got ill.

Shortly after Burt’s passing, I stumbled across a great waltz, Oh, How We Danced On The Night We Were Wed. I put it on rewind and it hurt-soothed. A metaphor, perhaps, of how we tend to feel at this juncture. The time at which our beloved has left us to mourn alone.