In another lifetime there was a girl who heard a golden-haired boy sing and she swooned, as most people did when he sang and played his guitar.
I loved it when I was able to get you for “Stairway to Heaven” at dances.
I loved it when you’d stop picking at the guitar strings and listen to what I was saying.
I loved discovering Eric Clapton.
I loved when you sang the solo in “That Lonesome Road,” a song that we listen to all the time in our home.
I loved covering the tenor line so you could sing lead in “Naturally.”
I loved your smiles, both the quick grin and the slow spreader.
With years and perspective, I loved that you treated my feelings as tenderly as you could. I was very young and innocent; thank you for honoring that.
My dad, in a moment of incredible sensitivity and clarity for him, once said music is what keeps my soul alive. You are part of music to me, Ross, and enmeshed in my very soul forever.
I love you. Be at peace, my friend.
Cylinda (Rickert) Areno