I was listening to a friend backstage tonight. She was saying how she wished her mother had come out for the California International Choral Festival. The choirs were all great and we were all having fun.
And my brain said, "I wish he was here"
He would have loved the international aspect. He would have loved the folk songs. And he would have been flattened by the talent that was on the stage.
In my mind, I can see him there.
Too tall to fit in the seats. Wearing jeans and his favorite cowboy style shirt. And hushpuppy shoes.
He would have talked to all the singers, no matter what their language.
He would have gone to every party and get together.
He would have wanted to learn as much as he could about the guys from the Philippines who actually worked in Saudi Arabia but had spent the last year or so touring in the United States.
He would have wanted to know all about the African customs that the Congo group brought with them.
Heaven forbid, he would still be there talking and learning and it is nearly midnight now.
But he would have sunk into the music, the sound, the vibration, the movement of it all. He would have become one with each and every note.
Yes, I wish he was here.