Anyone who has been keeping up knows of my love affair with music. I had to have made about a thousand mix tapes when I was growing up… I still keep my mix CD’s and sometimes get reminiscent and pop them in and I know EXACTLY where I was emotionally at the time… I knew this when I made them so I labeled them just with month and year. I knew I’d know exactly where my head was at the time. This book is a memoir… which is my favorite type of book… that pieces through the sadness of moving on or attempting to move on after the death of a spouse. Something I know nothing of, and never wish to know
