“Saying goodbye is never an easy thing, but you never said, you’d stay forever. So if you must go, then darling I’ll set you free. I know in time, we’ll be together.” Taylor Daynes
My dad and I used to listen to Taylor Daynes’ album as we drove to and from Idaho to see family on the weekends, about once a month. I knew all the lyrics well at one time. I still do. They’re just a little foggy, like the drive home from Breckenridge last night. No, the drive home was REALLY foggy. Back to the story.
Thinking back, my dad and I listened to some pretty dorky 80’s music that I LOVED. Wham! I keep that in my car in the CD holder at all times. Yes, I bought Glenn Frey, Huey Lewis and the News, The Bangles and a few others of whose songs I could not forget over the years.
Listening to that music reminds me of the good times my dad and I had and makes me appreciate when we had a relationship and he still communicated with me. I don’t dwell on the silence he has allowed to grow between us.
At some point in my college years, craving to know the words again, I bought George Michael’s “Faith” album. How could I not? I remember when the “Faith” video came out. George wore acid-wash jeans, a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and a cross earring. Oh, and his guitar. The video contained some flattering butt shots.
My aunt was still alive then, around 1988. She watched a lot of TV and would leave it on MTV in hopes of seeing that video as much as possible. I remember arriving on a Saturday at her house to her watching that video. We could hear her high-pitched giggle from the front door. My dad and I rushed to the dinner table to watch it with her and joined in the giggling.
I think that moment amuses me more than most others in my life. It didn’t get much better than hearing her laugh and watching George Michael shake it.