And I guess I can't go with Mumford and Sons, because right now I have been listening to their cd and it so good it damn near makes me cry. Seriously, I haven't felt this way about music since I discovered Coldplay.
Speaking of Chris Martin and Co., there are two songs by them that have gotten to me over the years, but that is for a different post.
Honestly, and I hate to get mushy on you guys but the post kind of calls for it, there is only one song that comes to mind.
On this blog I have talked a lot about my good friends, Shedrick and Cynthia. There were both taken from us within a 6 month period. It hit us all because they were both in our senior class and both passed our first year after high school. Plus, they were good friends with a lot of people so we all had a lot of shoulders to lean on.
However, I first dealt with death as a freshman. There was a girl I liked when I was in seventh grade named Connie. She denied my passes (stupid middle school), but we ended up becoming really good friends later. It was to the point that my first semester in high school, which was actually a really hard time for me, she used to call and check up on me. One Monday she called and checked and we had a good conversation. I remember because I got off the phone to go watch wrestling. I also remember because it was the last time I ever talked to her.
She got into an accident the next weekend and didn't make it. My friend Andy was basically staying with us at the time and they were kind of "talking" so it hit him really hard. I remember when we got the news, we just left the house and started walking down the street. It was really tough there for a little while.
One of the songs he constantly played was "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. It summed up everything we felt. That no matter how sad we were, we were happy to have known her.
I may not have her initials tattooed on my arm like I do with Cynthia and Shedrick, but it doesn't mean I don't miss her. I do, and if "The Dance" ever comes on I think of her.
