Playlist

We shared The Beatles in a secretive way neither of us even noticed. The lyrics stuck in my head and the moments snuck into my heart.

It started with Sunday mornings, Breakfast with The Beatles drowning out the crinkling brown grocery bags before my eyes even opened.

Oh Bla Dee played carelessly as I armor-all’d the interior of the ruby red Ranger with the doors wide-open, Dad laying under the car, replacing the oil.

She loves me sang sweetly from the cabin of the boat as we swayed gently with the water, our toes dancing in harmony from our rafts.

Blackbird whispered when I crawled up next to his pillow and he shared his earbuds over my shoulder.

Our days apart were spent smiling over lyrics that offered a blanket to my shivers of guilt.

Later I’d discover I could provoke a smile by singing every word to Hey Jude during a somber drive to treatment.

It's brilliant how I can close my eyes to these very songs today and go right back to those moments. The playlist of our time.