I See the Moon. That’s how far into the song I could get without Marisa interjecting. She hated that song. She said it creeped her out. I thought it was funny that of all the things in her life, a song was what freaked her out the most.
I was walking through the grocery store parking lot a while ago and the moon was up and perfectly round. It was so beautiful and a wonderful reminder of how small we are in this world. It made me think of the song my mom used to always sing:
“I see the moon and the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.”
A smile crept across my face as I can distinctly recall how much Marisa didn’t like the song and never let anyone make it past that first line. I wonder if it was just the song or something else. Maybe it was the old oak tree she considered creepy? The darkness? Who knows, but I suppose for now, I will simply smile at the little reminders… recollections of a woman I loved and with whom I formed all these memories.
As Marisa would say, always be kind and remember to smile.
11.26.2021, 23 months since