Sitting in the Minneapolis airport, waiting to get to Anchorage. I am sitting, tucked away in a little corner of the airport, coffee in hand, watching the snow blow wildly around outside. And I am listening to Patsy Cline.
Patsy Cline goes deep with my memories. I am brought back to another time by listening to her voice—to some of my earliest childhood memories. Our kitchen in Garden Grove, California, with the flowered wallpaper characteristic of the late 80’s. Of my mom standing in her cotton sundress at the kitchen sink, singing along to Patsy with her characteristic vibrato. To me, it is a happy, sunny, peaceful impression. A wisp of a memory, brought back by a voice singing “Crazy”.
You know what is nice about a moment of nostalgia? It brings you back to the pleasant things. I know that my childhood had many difficulties woven into it. I know that my mom has faced a million impossibilities and heartbreaks in her life. Yet, when I think back on her, I have the pleasant, peaceful memory of singing “Walking After Midnight” with her in the kitchen.
There comes a time in each season of life where you just have to stand up, dust yourself off and keep walking. Years later, the memories that remain will hopefully be the sweet ones. So, in the midst of my sweet moment, here is some Patsy for you. I am ready to get up and keep going.