There are times when I dream of a loved one no longer here. Upon waking, I feel such a warmth and closeness to them. I can’t quite believe they are still gone.
Or dreaming of someone dear to me from childhood not seen in many years. There’s a tremendous tug at my heart to reunite with them again.
In the song Train Down Memory Lane, I ask the listener to imagine they have been granted a ride that takes them back in time. Who do you want to see? Who would you talk to and what might be said? Is there something you’re still longing to say or words you’re longing to hear?
For me, it is my father who died suddenly when I was 24. He’s at my childhood home in the 1970s wearing the jean jacket he so often wore.
Then there are my grandparents who lived until old age. I spent every summer of my youth with them. They’re at the airport in Tennessee, waiting for me as I get off the plane from Los Angeles. I can see them standing there, all the happiness on their faces and their open arms waiting to hug me. And how excited I was to see them. These are feelings and memories that will stay with me forever.
David Haerle