Everything was fine. The day had started in a difficult way, had to go to the doctor to get blood tests. I have to do this every several months to make sure that I am in remission and that my liver and kidneys aren't being damaged by the medications I have to take. But, that went well. The nurse got me on the first stick, which is a feat since I not only have "tricky" veins but they also roll.
The rest of the day had went well too. No surprises, no cancellations, nothing very difficult. So, I was driving home and okay, it was spitting snow and I detest snow, but I was dealing, people.
I noticed a cd that Nirand had left for me before he and Tinton went back to Colorado after visiting us over Christmas and the New Year. He often does this, compiles songs that he thinks I would enjoy and he astonishes me by almost always choosing perfectly.
So, I was inching along in rush hour traffic, listening to Nirvana talk about smelling like teen spirit and Springsteen commenting about the screen door slamming ad Mary's dress waving. The Beatles reminded me that the love you take is equal to the love you make. Janis waxed on about freedom being just another word for nothing left to lose. CCR was no senator's son. And then I heard a quiet piano begin.
I was pulled in instantly by Adele. And then her voice sort of imploded inside of me. The pain in her voice swiveled around my heart, melting all around it. I felt a wave of emotion take over my soul and my throat was suddenly aching with heartache. Her heartache. Mine. Yours. All of ours. Because no one gets skipped, you know?
I pulled into a cemetery and just sat quietly, listening, tears gathering and falling. I put my head on the steering wheel and just let it all out.
And then I picked myself up and dusted myself off and headed back into traffic.