While I have countless good memories of my mom, one in particular sticks out to me this morning. For 8 summers, we would work a summer camp, Creation Sensation, together. Over the years, we created a playlist of songs, Camp Music as we called it, that would be our little pump-up playlist for the day. It featured various artists such as the Lumineers, Aerosmith, Boston, and many more, but it ALWAYS culminated in Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. We made sure that that was the last song everyday. At 5:55, right when the guitar solo would hit, my mom would yell, “Turn it up!!!” Then for the remainder of the song we wouldn’t say a word, just would jam to the music; I’m sure everyone who saw us thought we were insane. That made our 7 am car rides bearable. It became tradition; we looked forward to it everyday.
We had the exact same taste. Mom, thank you for giving me such a good taste in music, just one of the many gifts you gave me. I wish we had a couple more car rides left together so that we could jam some more.
I hope they’re blasting some good music for you up there, I know we will be down here. Love you forever.
