Zombie - Cranberries

When your soul connects to a song and you put it on repeat for days it can anchor memories with emotions that later can transport you back to a person you once were.

In the tool shed, sitting on the lawnmower, smoking a stolen cigarette, watching the smoke mingle with dust sparkles in the light shaft of little window and cracked door.

Zombie, zombie, zombie, eh, eh, eh, it's in your head-ed, in your head-e-a+Ed, zombie! Zombie! Zombie!

Last grandparent has passed.

Grandmom Friend has passed.  94. She was the last of her generation in my line. The WW2 gen. Both my parents have brushed death in the last year. However both probably have at least another 10.  I'm a little less than half way through. I hope to see my kids grow up. I hope to see grandchildren.  A long way to go.