This is of course, a song of our times ... of grief, loss, sorrow, of unimaginable pain. So it is for you, for us.
The photos I chose are personal to me, and anyone who is gone who did not die of Covid 19 (which, essentially, this song is about). Nonetheless, I miss them all and, as the songs says, believe our hearts will meet again. In fact, they may never have left each other.
Should you wish to assemble your own video with this demo, let me know and I will send you the WAV file.
Please enjoy, and be well. xx
Linda Wolf, I ran into the photo you took of Abbie deBuhr (at LAX?), and she is the first person who emerges out of the clouds. Others who are gone are Peter Tork, Molly Irwin (who's garden Ann worked on in Davis, and Jean continued after she bought the house); our Mom and Dad and Tia Neneng (Aida, my godmother); Karlene Faith, whom I met through Cris Williamso , and my Mom at the end ~ she visited us twice, when we moved to Goshen.
