MAA, this is such a touching account of your literal and metaphorical journey to Michael's message for you on that day. And that Bill Withers song is one of my favorites of his (I think I told you, I chose it as my song to perform years ago when I took a singing class at a community college. "I know, I know, I know, I know..."). I firmly believe in the messages contained within these small, seemingly random, synchronicities. I constantly experience those myself and it's a sign that your senses are open. Well done for breaking through all the many obstacles and I hope you allow yourself to relax today!
PS Also thank you for sharing my work in this emotionally significant post. 🙏🏽
Thank you for your beautiful words, Sane Francisco, as well as for being a pivotal part of this experience!! I never would have discovered the concert in Bend if it weren’t for my sharing the tour dates with you.
I would *love* to hear you sing “Ain’t No Sunshine” someday!!
What a beautiful post. I truly believe the veil between heaven and earth is so very thin. The synchronicities from your husband are gentle reminders to keep both your eyes, your heart wide open and try new things. He sees you. Love never dies—it simply transforms.
My husband passed unexpectedly 22 years ago, and he still finds ways to speak to me through signs and synchronicities. Sending you much love as you walk this path … it is not an easy one, but you are not alone.
It is such an honor to have your presence here, Kim, and I know you understand painfully better than most what I’m going through. I take strength from your example and the wisdom you have gleaned over those arduous twenty-two years.
Like you, I used to write these types of reported experiences off as wishful thinking, a grasping at straws, or a well-intentioned trick that brains and body chemistry perform out of a sort of protective self-compassion to allow hurting people to see what they need to see to feel comforted... And then, just over a year after my grandmother died, my grandmother that I was very close to, my grandmother that I had often asked to send me a sign if there really was an afterlife when she got there (who thought my obsession was a little silly, but said she would try if she could figure out how) was able to give me such a specific message, so physically real, so statistically impossible to be a series of coincidences, (and with witnesses so that I can't convince myself in the future that I just imagined it!) that I can never again fall back into my old atheistic "this life is all there is, and time is linear, and the past is the past so just deal with it" way of thinking. I can't.
I'm glad you had that experience with your loving husband. And congratulations on getting your license! I married my first husband right out of highschool at 18. He was actually the first boy I ever talked to on the phone (when I was 13) - our relationship was quite literally us "growing up together", but because we went directly from being independent teenagers living at home to being a pair of teenagers playing grown up, there were so many life skills we just naturally let the other one take the lead on as our unique strengths and weaknesses revealed themselves. The result of falling into that pattern led to both of us floundering around feeling like "half a person" for the first couple years after our divorce ten years later. There was so much we simply didn't have experience taking care of in life, because "the other one of us always did ______"!
When my friend's husband died a few years ago, she realized she didn't know how to make their printer work, Andrew had always done that for her and now he was gone (also from a cruel out of the blue heart attack) and JUST when she had all this overwhelming paperwork to deal with in the wake of his death too! But she figured it out (not without a lot of tears of grief and frustration) just like you are now the main driver in your own life. I hope you take a minute to really feel proud of yourself :)
Reading your heartfelt, awestruck account gave me chills, Rebekah. Thank you for sharing your beautiful and inspiring journey of growing awareness.
And oh my goodness, you aren’t kidding. I feel like I’ve had to learn and figure out a thousand new challenges this past year+.
A recent one nearly had me beat. A couple weeks ago, in my half-asleep stupor, I had accidentally poured boiling water over the mason jar with coffee beans in it instead of the empty mason jar my Aeropress was supposed to be on top of. I laughed about it and spread the beans out on paper towels to dry so I could use them later.
That night, I decided to try grinding them for some iced decaf to put in the fridge overnight.
Our burr grinder started sputtering and nearly quit but made it through the process, although some of the beans were more like chips instead of grinds.
Okay, lesson learned, I thought. I’ll wait till the rest of the beans dry out more. So I tried again the next night.
This time, the grinder ground to a halt—and would not restart. I was worried holding the power button down would burn the motor out, so I stopped.
This led to my spending hours researching how to repair it and then trying everything I could to fix it, from tipping it over and banging it upside down multiple times to using sharp objects to try to dislodge the beans and grinds to brushing everywhere I could reach to removing the front dial and trying to pull out the worm, which wouldn’t budge. I finally gave up and decided to contact a local espresso repair person.
The next day, though, I hadn’t heard back. I feared the repairs would cost a fortune because it is a commercial grinder, and replacing it was out of the question because the price has nearly doubled since we bought it years ago.
So I did some more research and figured out how to remove the hopper from the top. Then I vacuumed out the grinds and did some more brushing and chipping and wiping. I finally got the motor to go for a second, but then I stopped it so I could put a receptacle under the opening before it started pouring out grounds.
When I tried to restart it, it was stuck again. All in all, I spent another three hours repairing it, only at the end of this session, I was triumphant! I managed to pull out the worm and was able to clean all the gunk off the various parts. I then ordered coffee grinder cleaning beads to run through it for maintenance.
Although it took over six hours, it felt like a serious victory and one I know Michael would be proud of me for ☕️
I've had an enormously challenging string of years in my personal life fairly recently, and have a similar story about a very difficult plumbing repair that popped up on our dream "forever house" (so we had thought) that we'd just been forced to try to sell. I had to figure out how to do it *by myself* while my husband was all the way on the other side of the country trying to find work and we were almost beyond-broke.
In tears of absolute frustration-bordering-panic, I went outside and took a break to calm down and thought about how we (husband and I) had agreed to TRY OUR VERY BEST to feel positive, or at least a tiny bit hopeful about how things were going to work out for us in the end, so in that spirit I tried to muster up some gratitude and I decided to pray the best prayer I could manage at that moment, outside of the mess, standing in my carport:
"Dear Heavenly Father, or source energy or universal collective consciousness - thank you, sincerely, for all these fantastically difficult opportunities to find out what I'm really capable of handling on my own" I laughed at the absurdity of what I'd just prayed and got back to work. It was indescribably awful. I don't feel at all like I got ANY sort of "Devine Help" or guidance dealing with it, but I'm the end, I did it, and I felt the spirit of that slightly sarcastic prayer wash over me, but with sincerity.
For the rest of my life I can walk around in the confident knowledge that I am the type of woman that can save her family thousands of dollars in home repair costs, fixing the types of things most men today wouldn't even attempt to fix on their own.
You, from now on, in addition to all the other stuff about you that you're proud of, are now ALSO the type of woman that will download the schematics to a complicated broken appliance, figure out how it works, how to disassemble it without breaking things further, how to locate and fix the problem, and put it all back together again, working as good as it did when new!
Thank the deity of your choice that you are the type of woman that can do that :)
I LOVE your prayer so much, Rebekah! It is a brilliant encapsulation of how I’ve learned to cope with Stoic challenges (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/my-year-of-stoic-challenges) and is the secret to achieving the very resilience we need to survive and triumph over those challenges!
I keep everything you write. Your expressions of true love and real grief are guideposts for all of us who will eventually experience the same inevitable loss.
I am profoundly honored to hear that, Gwaihir. It has been my hope throughout these writings that I could help comfort, strengthen, and heal others who have suffered (or will suffer, as you noted) the losses of their beloveds.
Right?! Her accounting of this human journey is up there with Joan Didion's “Year of Magical Thinking” for me. There are people I want to share it with (but worry they aren't quite ready to hear it) but it's so heartbreakingly lovely.
What deeply touching words, Rebekah. I remember reading “The Year of Magical Thinking” shortly after it first came out. Seems like a lifetime ago, as it was. I have thought about revisiting it but haven’t quite been ready for that emotional onslaught yet.
I agree. I had read Didion’s book years ago, and bought it again when I realized it will be important to revisit in the future. I find most people cannot handle deep, soul dredging emotion.
As I told Rebekah above, I, too, read it many years ago. It likely was part of my preparation for the journey I’ve been on. I know I should probably reread it but haven’t mustered the strength to do so yet.
This is so beautiful, Margaret. It feels like the purpose of all this, with you two who have such an unearthly connection, is to prove that death has no power over love. Thank you for being the unwilling pioneer on that, although I think you and Michael both chose the role before you were ever 'born.'
Thank you for these poetic and inspiring words, Tereza, and I am especially moved by your beautiful observation that this experience is “to prove that death has no power over love” 😭💞🙌
Love this so much: “Michael knows how rational I am and that I tend to find logical explanations for apparent synchronicities, so he had to make the communication so glaringly obvious, I couldn’t help but accept it gratefully.” 💗
Bless you, precious Meredith. You have been a foundational part of my healing over the past year+ and my growing awareness of the significance of these synchronicities—not to mention being indelibly woven into many of them. Love you so much, sister 💞
Bravery takes all forms. Yours, after Michael's passing, is astonishingly beautiful to witness. Keep going, keep growing. I'm proud to call you friend, MAA. xoxox
Your elevating words and radiant spirit lift my soul both now and every time I have the privilege of connecting with you, Mary 💓 The Tao knew what it was doing when it inspired you to form the Apocaloptimists Club :-) 🌪⛈🌥🌤
Grieving with you. This almost third year without my best friend/hubby, Stacy, has been the HARDEST, it feels. Thankful to feel so much. So much sometimes that I am not big or strong enough to hold. Without breaking. Grateful to be able to cry. That my heart, me still tender.
Thank you for courageously sharing your devastatingly poignant journey, Abigail, and what a role model of resilience you are! And oh my goodness, hearing the third year is the hardest for you is scary, but your beautiful openness to that experience is inspiring. Keep feeling, keep fighting, keep shining your light 💔💞🕯
Whew! What. A. Journey! Kept me on the edge and got the goose bumps out several times. Wow.
You know, if the universe speaks to us in some kind of abstract language, where deciphering synchronicities and translating god winks is the way of comms, you and Michael must have mastered it in several variations of your earthly relationships. This post was pure divinity. Love the photos too.
And the links! Sheesh, I have a new band I need to look into! Always loved Gorillaz’ Clint Eastwood and I don’t know how I’d never come by Del before! And the Avalanches! Brilliant!
Side note: I was too wrapped up in my own shit last year to notice this, but July 21st was my dad’s birthday, his first after passing. We (Bulgarians) make a bigger deal of deathdays posthumously than birthdays. It didn’t occur to me until now, until I was reading this post that it was Michael’s deathday.
Hugging you hard. No need to reply, I know you’re swamped. Can’t wait until yours and SF collab!!! You’re both so damn brilliant!
Thank you, terrific Tonika, for your wise, heartfelt, and insightful words. I know you have a gift for deciphering synchronicities yourself, and I love the term “god winks”!
Oh boy, are you in for a treat with Deltron 3030 and The Avalanches!!
I also absolutely adore the Australian bluegrass band The Pigs’s rendition of The Avalanches’s “Since I Left You” and “Frontier Psychiatrist”:
The Pigs are hilarious, and everything they’ve done is a delight. Michael once said it was impossible to remain depressed while listening to bluegrass. I think that holds doubly true for The Pigs because they bring a whimsical humor and magical silliness to the genre.
I had no idea July 21 was your dad’s birthday—what a special birth/deathday he and Michael share.
I feel like you didn’t get a proper chance to grieve your beloved dad as you immediately got swept up fighting for your own life—and victoriously triumphing. I hope you’ve taken the time you need to process the loss of your dear father.
Thinking of you on this tender day that touches your heart ever so deeply in the earthy loss of your Michael. It does my heart good to know you found one another and have a connection that will last throughout eternity. With a loving embrace, I send you thoughts of serenity and strength.
Your thoughtful and careful dive into the deepest of emotions and the most mystical aspects of human connection that thrives beyond our Earthly laws of physics describe a magic that only LOVE can conjur! 🪄✨
Long live “love eternal,” and long live the endless surprises and joy that Michael has in store for you!
Thank you for being a bedrock friend (sister, really) throughout this experience, Heather. You are a wondrous force of nature, and I love you, Cody, and Gary to pieces back! 💖😻💞
I know you have great taste in music, Ken, and I am listening to that video now (I noticed it’s by KEXP, the same station that produced the live performance of Deltron 3030 I shared in the article). I wasn’t familiar with Lake Street Drive before and am finding it evocative of “The Bill Chill” soundtrack.
MAA, this is such a touching account of your literal and metaphorical journey to Michael's message for you on that day. And that Bill Withers song is one of my favorites of his (I think I told you, I chose it as my song to perform years ago when I took a singing class at a community college. "I know, I know, I know, I know..."). I firmly believe in the messages contained within these small, seemingly random, synchronicities. I constantly experience those myself and it's a sign that your senses are open. Well done for breaking through all the many obstacles and I hope you allow yourself to relax today!
PS Also thank you for sharing my work in this emotionally significant post. 🙏🏽
Thank you for your beautiful words, Sane Francisco, as well as for being a pivotal part of this experience!! I never would have discovered the concert in Bend if it weren’t for my sharing the tour dates with you.
I would *love* to hear you sing “Ain’t No Sunshine” someday!!
firmly believe in the messages contained within these small, seemingly random, synchronicities - me too
“Is it a sign?” Yes I believe so. ✨
PPS Had to come back on here to point out another synchronicity (sunchronicity?): sunshine is part of the Sane Francisco logo! 🤩☀️
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What a beautiful post. I truly believe the veil between heaven and earth is so very thin. The synchronicities from your husband are gentle reminders to keep both your eyes, your heart wide open and try new things. He sees you. Love never dies—it simply transforms.
My husband passed unexpectedly 22 years ago, and he still finds ways to speak to me through signs and synchronicities. Sending you much love as you walk this path … it is not an easy one, but you are not alone.
Happy anniversary!
It is such an honor to have your presence here, Kim, and I know you understand painfully better than most what I’m going through. I take strength from your example and the wisdom you have gleaned over those arduous twenty-two years.
Let’s do that phone call soon 💞
Yes and we are long overdue. Let’s get a Zoom scheduled and can see your lovely face and even more beautiful heart!!!!❤️
Awww, that sounds wonderful, Kim! 💓 I’ll text you :-)
Like you, I used to write these types of reported experiences off as wishful thinking, a grasping at straws, or a well-intentioned trick that brains and body chemistry perform out of a sort of protective self-compassion to allow hurting people to see what they need to see to feel comforted... And then, just over a year after my grandmother died, my grandmother that I was very close to, my grandmother that I had often asked to send me a sign if there really was an afterlife when she got there (who thought my obsession was a little silly, but said she would try if she could figure out how) was able to give me such a specific message, so physically real, so statistically impossible to be a series of coincidences, (and with witnesses so that I can't convince myself in the future that I just imagined it!) that I can never again fall back into my old atheistic "this life is all there is, and time is linear, and the past is the past so just deal with it" way of thinking. I can't.
I'm glad you had that experience with your loving husband. And congratulations on getting your license! I married my first husband right out of highschool at 18. He was actually the first boy I ever talked to on the phone (when I was 13) - our relationship was quite literally us "growing up together", but because we went directly from being independent teenagers living at home to being a pair of teenagers playing grown up, there were so many life skills we just naturally let the other one take the lead on as our unique strengths and weaknesses revealed themselves. The result of falling into that pattern led to both of us floundering around feeling like "half a person" for the first couple years after our divorce ten years later. There was so much we simply didn't have experience taking care of in life, because "the other one of us always did ______"!
When my friend's husband died a few years ago, she realized she didn't know how to make their printer work, Andrew had always done that for her and now he was gone (also from a cruel out of the blue heart attack) and JUST when she had all this overwhelming paperwork to deal with in the wake of his death too! But she figured it out (not without a lot of tears of grief and frustration) just like you are now the main driver in your own life. I hope you take a minute to really feel proud of yourself :)
Reading your heartfelt, awestruck account gave me chills, Rebekah. Thank you for sharing your beautiful and inspiring journey of growing awareness.
And oh my goodness, you aren’t kidding. I feel like I’ve had to learn and figure out a thousand new challenges this past year+.
A recent one nearly had me beat. A couple weeks ago, in my half-asleep stupor, I had accidentally poured boiling water over the mason jar with coffee beans in it instead of the empty mason jar my Aeropress was supposed to be on top of. I laughed about it and spread the beans out on paper towels to dry so I could use them later.
That night, I decided to try grinding them for some iced decaf to put in the fridge overnight.
Our burr grinder started sputtering and nearly quit but made it through the process, although some of the beans were more like chips instead of grinds.
Okay, lesson learned, I thought. I’ll wait till the rest of the beans dry out more. So I tried again the next night.
This time, the grinder ground to a halt—and would not restart. I was worried holding the power button down would burn the motor out, so I stopped.
This led to my spending hours researching how to repair it and then trying everything I could to fix it, from tipping it over and banging it upside down multiple times to using sharp objects to try to dislodge the beans and grinds to brushing everywhere I could reach to removing the front dial and trying to pull out the worm, which wouldn’t budge. I finally gave up and decided to contact a local espresso repair person.
The next day, though, I hadn’t heard back. I feared the repairs would cost a fortune because it is a commercial grinder, and replacing it was out of the question because the price has nearly doubled since we bought it years ago.
So I did some more research and figured out how to remove the hopper from the top. Then I vacuumed out the grinds and did some more brushing and chipping and wiping. I finally got the motor to go for a second, but then I stopped it so I could put a receptacle under the opening before it started pouring out grounds.
When I tried to restart it, it was stuck again. All in all, I spent another three hours repairing it, only at the end of this session, I was triumphant! I managed to pull out the worm and was able to clean all the gunk off the various parts. I then ordered coffee grinder cleaning beads to run through it for maintenance.
Although it took over six hours, it felt like a serious victory and one I know Michael would be proud of me for ☕️
Hell, *I* am proud of you reading that tale :)
I've had an enormously challenging string of years in my personal life fairly recently, and have a similar story about a very difficult plumbing repair that popped up on our dream "forever house" (so we had thought) that we'd just been forced to try to sell. I had to figure out how to do it *by myself* while my husband was all the way on the other side of the country trying to find work and we were almost beyond-broke.
In tears of absolute frustration-bordering-panic, I went outside and took a break to calm down and thought about how we (husband and I) had agreed to TRY OUR VERY BEST to feel positive, or at least a tiny bit hopeful about how things were going to work out for us in the end, so in that spirit I tried to muster up some gratitude and I decided to pray the best prayer I could manage at that moment, outside of the mess, standing in my carport:
"Dear Heavenly Father, or source energy or universal collective consciousness - thank you, sincerely, for all these fantastically difficult opportunities to find out what I'm really capable of handling on my own" I laughed at the absurdity of what I'd just prayed and got back to work. It was indescribably awful. I don't feel at all like I got ANY sort of "Devine Help" or guidance dealing with it, but I'm the end, I did it, and I felt the spirit of that slightly sarcastic prayer wash over me, but with sincerity.
For the rest of my life I can walk around in the confident knowledge that I am the type of woman that can save her family thousands of dollars in home repair costs, fixing the types of things most men today wouldn't even attempt to fix on their own.
You, from now on, in addition to all the other stuff about you that you're proud of, are now ALSO the type of woman that will download the schematics to a complicated broken appliance, figure out how it works, how to disassemble it without breaking things further, how to locate and fix the problem, and put it all back together again, working as good as it did when new!
Thank the deity of your choice that you are the type of woman that can do that :)
I LOVE your prayer so much, Rebekah! It is a brilliant encapsulation of how I’ve learned to cope with Stoic challenges (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/my-year-of-stoic-challenges) and is the secret to achieving the very resilience we need to survive and triumph over those challenges!
I keep everything you write. Your expressions of true love and real grief are guideposts for all of us who will eventually experience the same inevitable loss.
I am profoundly honored to hear that, Gwaihir. It has been my hope throughout these writings that I could help comfort, strengthen, and heal others who have suffered (or will suffer, as you noted) the losses of their beloveds.
Right?! Her accounting of this human journey is up there with Joan Didion's “Year of Magical Thinking” for me. There are people I want to share it with (but worry they aren't quite ready to hear it) but it's so heartbreakingly lovely.
What deeply touching words, Rebekah. I remember reading “The Year of Magical Thinking” shortly after it first came out. Seems like a lifetime ago, as it was. I have thought about revisiting it but haven’t quite been ready for that emotional onslaught yet.
I agree. I had read Didion’s book years ago, and bought it again when I realized it will be important to revisit in the future. I find most people cannot handle deep, soul dredging emotion.
As I told Rebekah above, I, too, read it many years ago. It likely was part of my preparation for the journey I’ve been on. I know I should probably reread it but haven’t mustered the strength to do so yet.
You're such a lovely and insightful person. You're doing good work here.
Thank you so much for your tender and uplifting words, William 😭🙏💐
This is so beautiful, Margaret. It feels like the purpose of all this, with you two who have such an unearthly connection, is to prove that death has no power over love. Thank you for being the unwilling pioneer on that, although I think you and Michael both chose the role before you were ever 'born.'
Thank you for these poetic and inspiring words, Tereza, and I am especially moved by your beautiful observation that this experience is “to prove that death has no power over love” 😭💞🙌
Love this so much: “Michael knows how rational I am and that I tend to find logical explanations for apparent synchronicities, so he had to make the communication so glaringly obvious, I couldn’t help but accept it gratefully.” 💗
Bless you, precious Meredith. You have been a foundational part of my healing over the past year+ and my growing awareness of the significance of these synchronicities—not to mention being indelibly woven into many of them. Love you so much, sister 💞
Bravery takes all forms. Yours, after Michael's passing, is astonishingly beautiful to witness. Keep going, keep growing. I'm proud to call you friend, MAA. xoxox
Your elevating words and radiant spirit lift my soul both now and every time I have the privilege of connecting with you, Mary 💓 The Tao knew what it was doing when it inspired you to form the Apocaloptimists Club :-) 🌪⛈🌥🌤
Praying for you MAA. 😘❤️🙏🙏🙏
Thank you so much, sweet Laura 🙏💓🤗
Grieving with you. This almost third year without my best friend/hubby, Stacy, has been the HARDEST, it feels. Thankful to feel so much. So much sometimes that I am not big or strong enough to hold. Without breaking. Grateful to be able to cry. That my heart, me still tender.
Thank you for courageously sharing your devastatingly poignant journey, Abigail, and what a role model of resilience you are! And oh my goodness, hearing the third year is the hardest for you is scary, but your beautiful openness to that experience is inspiring. Keep feeling, keep fighting, keep shining your light 💔💞🕯
Thank you! Very kind of you to say!!!
Thanks for this post. So sorry about your loss but love your memorial to memory and the future.
Whew! What. A. Journey! Kept me on the edge and got the goose bumps out several times. Wow.
You know, if the universe speaks to us in some kind of abstract language, where deciphering synchronicities and translating god winks is the way of comms, you and Michael must have mastered it in several variations of your earthly relationships. This post was pure divinity. Love the photos too.
And the links! Sheesh, I have a new band I need to look into! Always loved Gorillaz’ Clint Eastwood and I don’t know how I’d never come by Del before! And the Avalanches! Brilliant!
Side note: I was too wrapped up in my own shit last year to notice this, but July 21st was my dad’s birthday, his first after passing. We (Bulgarians) make a bigger deal of deathdays posthumously than birthdays. It didn’t occur to me until now, until I was reading this post that it was Michael’s deathday.
Hugging you hard. No need to reply, I know you’re swamped. Can’t wait until yours and SF collab!!! You’re both so damn brilliant!
Thank you, terrific Tonika, for your wise, heartfelt, and insightful words. I know you have a gift for deciphering synchronicities yourself, and I love the term “god winks”!
Oh boy, are you in for a treat with Deltron 3030 and The Avalanches!!
I also absolutely adore the Australian bluegrass band The Pigs’s rendition of The Avalanches’s “Since I Left You” and “Frontier Psychiatrist”:
• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHQHlUcUdNM
The Pigs are hilarious, and everything they’ve done is a delight. Michael once said it was impossible to remain depressed while listening to bluegrass. I think that holds doubly true for The Pigs because they bring a whimsical humor and magical silliness to the genre.
I had no idea July 21 was your dad’s birthday—what a special birth/deathday he and Michael share.
I feel like you didn’t get a proper chance to grieve your beloved dad as you immediately got swept up fighting for your own life—and victoriously triumphing. I hope you’ve taken the time you need to process the loss of your dear father.
Hugging you so hard back, Tonika!! 🤗🤗🤗
Thinking of you on this tender day that touches your heart ever so deeply in the earthy loss of your Michael. It does my heart good to know you found one another and have a connection that will last throughout eternity. With a loving embrace, I send you thoughts of serenity and strength.
What a sacred blessing, Lori. Thank you for your healing words, transcendent wisdom, and lovingkindness 🤗💞💫
Beautiful. Resonates
Thank you so much, Paul. I am grateful to hear that.
Dearest MAA,
Your thoughtful and careful dive into the deepest of emotions and the most mystical aspects of human connection that thrives beyond our Earthly laws of physics describe a magic that only LOVE can conjur! 🪄✨
Long live “love eternal,” and long live the endless surprises and joy that Michael has in store for you!
I love you both to pieces!
💕💖💞
Thank you for being a bedrock friend (sister, really) throughout this experience, Heather. You are a wondrous force of nature, and I love you, Cody, and Gary to pieces back! 💖😻💞
🥰😻😽
Thanks for sharing the way you do and all the music in this article.
That "Clint Eastwood" song/video reminds me of this: https://youtu.be/crqkkXCGMyk
(Lake Street Drive)
I guess it is the "hip swinging" singers catch my attention sometimes!
Warm Regards,
Ken
I know you have great taste in music, Ken, and I am listening to that video now (I noticed it’s by KEXP, the same station that produced the live performance of Deltron 3030 I shared in the article). I wasn’t familiar with Lake Street Drive before and am finding it evocative of “The Bill Chill” soundtrack.