When the Music Dies

The haunting music plays me to sleep…

“Dad, what happened to mom?”

Lying to a five year old is easy. My dad would take me onto the roof at night and point up at the endless vaulting sky. “See up there?” he’d say. “That’s where your mom lives. Way up in the stars. It’s her job to play music and make everyone down below happy.”

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