Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I sent off a playlist my daughter made for me on Spotify six months before she died. Now we're going to use it on the website for her virtual service next month. At the same time she ordered a little red speaker and headphones for me. She wanted to get me up to speed. I remember how many great bands and singers she introduced me to, and her excitement when she and her husband flew to New York and saw Hamilton, and she brought me back the CD. Her enthusiasm was so contagious. Typing up the list brought heartache. But often we were deeply atuned about music. When she and her second husband were married, at the rehearsal dinner the night before the ladies of our family did the traditional thing of singing to the couple, and one we sang was Magnetic Fields' "The Book of Love". It turned out she and her fiance had recorded it on a CD to give as a favor at their wedding the next day. She introduced me to Cockteau Twins, Dead Can Dance, Jeff Buckley, Rufus Wainwright and so many more. Almost every kind of music I hear reminds me of her. She played the flute as a kid, then was the drummer in a band. Her voice was lovely, and her daughter has inherited it. She left us enriched by so much beauty.