One year later
My sister Harriet, passed away in May 2017. A few months later we had a memorial for her in Brandon Vermont, a town our grandparents retired to and had a small farm where we all spent our summers. My brother Bill called me before the event to let me know he wrote a song in her memory and would I accompany him on a guitar. The words were to the music of Wildwood Rose. I said sure, even though I had not played my guitar in years. In fact, I didn't even have my guitar with me. Michelle and I are living part of the year in Rhode Island, 3000 miles from our other home in Watsonville CA where my guitar was safely resting in a closet, untouched and unplayed for many many years. My brother-in-law, Cameron had a couple of guitars lying around his place, so I asked if I could borrow one to practice some before Harriet's memorial. After a couple of weeks of reacquainting my fingers to steel strings, I felt confident I could play well enough to back ...