Ahh, Sweet Sound!

I did something today that I haven't done for quite some time.

I had to attend the funeral of a dear man this afternoon.  I had worked with him for the past four years.  His death was sudden and unexpected.  He was a wonderful individual; quirky, funny and chuck full of useless, but interesting knowledge.

Hatten celebrated life every day of his existence.

Anyway, on my way to the church, which was an hour away, I found myself alone on the journey there.  Jon stayed home with Emma so I could go and pay my condolances without a screaming child (she's teething mind you).

As I started down the road, it occured to me that I had a CD waiting in my door pocket that hadn't been played since I bought it- roughly a year ago.

Now, if you know me, or my husband rather, you know that he has hearing loss.  That means we don't listen to much music around here.  It's merely noise to Jon and gets in the way of  him hearing what he needs to hear.  In the car I occasionally listen to the radio, but because Emma is with me most of the time it's turned down so low I can barely hear it and then when Jon gets in the car its turned off completely.

Now, in college, I was a HUGE Dave Matthews fan.  I was one of legions of young groupies, but I did love him so and I tortured my dorm neighbors playing the sames songs over and over and over.

For the past several years I have listened mainly to Christian music.  I have a strong effection for music, but it has been forever since I have just been able to sit and really listen and enjoy some.

That is until today.

My love affair with music was to the tune of Coldplay today and I rocked it so loud my head was spinning when I finally reached my destination.  Joy pulsed through my veins as I reminisced days past and I danced and sang the entire hour I was on the road.

I must say, having not listened to my Coldplay cd previously I didn't really know what to expect, but how Euro funkalicious it was.  I could just imagine myself in London by the River Thames, wintertime, in my peacoat and popped collar with a sweet punky hairdo.  If only I had my Beatles and David Bowie CD handy, my daydream would be complete.

But I did enjoy myself to the fullest.  It had been too long- I missed this side of me.

It sounds odd, though, the exhileration I felt on my way to a funeral.  However, all of my fun was validated when Hatten's daughter got up and spoke.

She asked the congregation to carry on his legacy of spreading happiness and laughter wherever he went.  Then she listed several ways in which to do so....

And the last one was Dance.

Thank you Hatten for spreading happiness and laughter in my life and we'll miss you.