It's Sunday morning, the remnants of Saturday night linger in our minds and bodies. For those of us in our 60s, a night out at the club may not be as common, but when it happens, it’s a vibrant reminder of our youthful spirits. The laughter, the music, and the joy of dancing bring back cherished memories and create new ones. Yet, as we transition from the excitement of the night to the stillness of the morning, it’s essential to take a moment to reflect and appreciate the life around us.
After a night filled with music , Sunday mornings are very special to me . It’s a chance to enjoy a hot cup of coffee, , and listen to the world wake up around us. This is a time to engage in meaningful conversations with loved ones, sharing stories of the previous night ( while a Hallmark Movie plays in the background ) Life is precious.
Today, as I sit in quiet contemplation, I remember my dear friend, Mike in the Night Triay. Mike, who passed away in 2011, was not just a friend; he was a part of the soundtrack of Miami. His passion for radio and music was infectious. He taught me so much. He could light up any room with his smile and had an incredible ability to make everyone feel like they belonged.
Reflecting on Mike reminds me of the bonds that music creates. It transcends time and space, connecting us to memories and emotions that remain alive in our hearts. On Sunday mornings, I often find myself playing some of our favorite tracks, letting the melodies wash over me, bringing back the joy of our shared experiences. Mike was always the life of the party, and his spirit continues to inspire us to celebrate life, even in his absence.
As you gather with family and friends on these peaceful Sunday mornings, let’s take a moment to honor those we’ve lost. Remembering a loved one is not just a way to keep their memory alive; it’s a testament to the impact they had on our lives. In our 60s, we have the wisdom to appreciate the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing each moment.
So, as we sip our coffee and enjoy the beautiful Sunday, let’s talk about our dreams, our challenges, and the people who have shaped our lives. Let’s share laughter and perhaps a few tears, ( as I did remembering my friend ) And let’s raise a toast to our dear Mike, whose laughter and love for music continue to resonate in our souls.
In the end, we are reminded that every day is a gift, especially after a night of joy and celebration. Here’s to embracing life, remembering those we love, and finding joy in the simplest of moments. Mike, you will never be forgotten.
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