The Harmony of Grief and Rock ‘n’ Roll

When goodbye is never truly goodbye

Sandi Parsons
The Wind Phone

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“He’s being buried here because that’s where Bon Scott is.”

You’re not supposed to laugh at funerals, but I did anyway. I couldn’t help it. It was a typical George move. He was always a rebel, always a rocker—a scrawny redhead in a flannel shirt with more attitude than he knew what to do with. But George also had a heart of gold.

Throughout the service, salty tears trickled down my cheeks. But I laughed again when the music boomed out of the speakers. The sounds of AC/DC filled the cemetery. Bon Scott screeched the lyrics, the guitars amped to high voltage, and the drums exploded. Heaven’s on Fire by KISS was up next on the playlist. I couldn’t help myself, and a cheeky grin shined through my tears. Of course, this would be the KISS song that George chose.

My toes tapped to the beat. I knew George wouldn’t mind. Although perhaps I was wrong. When I tried to start my car to go home, there was an electrical malfunction. I had to leave it overnight and return the next day.

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Sandi Parsons
The Wind Phone

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.