Photographs And Memories
A song that forces you to remember
I know the song very well. I danced to it once. My dad loved it.
Photographs and Memories by Jim Croce.
Back then, as I performed choreographed movements to the lyrics my dad would sing as he played his guitar… I’m not sure that I fully understood the song. I knew it made me sad. I had been taught to feel music. The haunting tone of love lost meant little as it played on my younger ears, but my body seemed to understand the mourning.
As the prompt suggested, I pulled the song up and listened to it. Familiar… yet new again. I was shocked at the instant memory that it drew to mind. Why him? I’m in such a great marriage to such an incredible man yet a song of love lost could only bring me back to those stupid blue eyes.
That’s what I remember most. He’s mainly a shadow to me now. Someone that I was always chasing but was still somehow behind me. He was everything that I had thought I’d always wanted. Perfection oozed off his tailored suits in every inch of him from those ocean-blue eyes to his dimples to his muscular frame. The beautiful package housed infectious laughter with a brilliant sense of humor and sarcastic timing that came from a ridiculously high IQ. Smart. Gorgeous. Wealthy. Adventurous.
