Isn’t it funny how things trigger memories? Not haha funny, but hmm funny. I’m sitting at work doing pretty typical admin
tasks, some of them rather repetitive and difficult to engage with, so I
created a playlist of my favorite Classical-Pop crossover artists—Michael
Buble, Jackie Evancho, Susan Boyle, Andrea Bocelli, Charlotte Church and Josh
Groban type music.
When the song Wild
Horses by Susan Boyle came one, I almost started crying!
This one time, my ma-in-law and I spent a solid half an hour
on YouTube listening to renditions of this song by various artists past and
present and determined that Susan Boyle’s version far surpasses all the other
covers and even the original itself. Funny how a 30-minute segment of time
could so affect me. It’s really only (1/1508472)
of my life if I live as long as a Japanese woman is expected to live (86.1)
these days, or (1/1415616)
of my life if I live as long as an American woman is expected to live (80.8)
these days.
That portion of time is not really a percentage of my life
worth considering from any sort of quantitative standpoint. Numerically, it’s
insignificant. But qualitatively, it was clearly impactful. Relationally,
completely significant.
I miss you, in-laws. <3
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