| Sometimes events are only related in a person's memory.It was the spring of '64. I was in junior high. Love songs were romantic -- happily ever after or tragic. One of my favorites was "Last Kiss."On the way home from a band trip there was a stretch of farm land that was all hills and curves. The bus radio was playing "Last Kiss" as I took in the awesome view. I knew I'd never forget that moment or that feeling.Mom and my sister met the bus and the first thing I heard was "you want to tell her, Mom, or you want me to?"It seems there had been a car wreck that afternoon and a friend's younger sister had been killed.To this day that stretch of highway and/or that song take me back to Susan's death. |