The 12th of September
This is the day the Lord hath made.
This is also the day Cash died
so while I find joy in the making I also
shoulder grief at the taking of one whose
voice was second only to my father’s
when I was a boy and growing.
And sometimes, when my father would
lose himself and sing of unbroken circles,
the two voices, they were one.
This is also the day Cash died
so while I find joy in the making I also
shoulder grief at the taking of one whose
voice was second only to my father’s
when I was a boy and growing.
And sometimes, when my father would
lose himself and sing of unbroken circles,
the two voices, they were one.
I grew up on Johnny Cash, but didn’t know it until I was grown up…
Like this.
September 12 was the day my grandma died. She had a wonderful voice, too.