OK. So I said it. Now don’t freak out. It’s not a romantic thing. But, I miss the live concerts. Seeing her come alive on stage. Taking words and music and captivating the audience be it 10 or 1000. So I lived a bit of my own life through her. And it’s gone. Every time I hear live guitar slinging chick acoustic folk rock music, I am reminded of her. And I miss being a part of that. Talk about a heart thing. I have no idea where she is right now. Not sure she even knows where she is right now. I pray that she comes back, not to me or even to music, but comes back to where she is loved. Where she can accept that from a God who cares. God’s peace be with you JK.

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