I'll never forget the day I found out John Denver died. It was 1997 and I was sitting in my dingy, grey cubicle at Cintas...my first "official" sales job. I'm not sure how I found out...if a customer told me, if I heard it on the radio, if my co-worker mentioned it (which is what I think happened). I do remember, however, I couldn't stop crying...not snot like, can't catch your b-b-reath tears. More like chew on your cheek, silent sorrow. One by one, the tears fell. I couldn't stop them. By mid-day, it was too much. I made up some excuse, went home, and wept.
John Denver was like family to me....which is odd for a man I've never met. Growing up, I spent hours laughing/crying/dreaming, as I listened and sang along to Country Roads, Grandma's Feather Bed, Annie's Song, and Sunshine on My Shoulders. My love of music, Muppets, and fiddles began with him...as did much of my desire to change the world, end poverty, and clean up my community.
The first time I ever heard somebody talk about the issue of hunger, it came from John Denver. He also gave me a profound appreciation for my Country Girl roots...which is ironic considering where I am writing from today.
As I sit in the spare bedroom of my parent's house, it's only fitting that John Denver should come on the tv--singing on a PBS special. For two hours, I forgo sleep, worry, and canasta, just to be with him. A half hour later, I'm still here...hoping, thinking, and smiling.
I can't really express what it means...to hear his words, see his face, and love his music. Rather than try, I'll just say this...
"If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way."
--Sunshine on My Shoulders, John Denver.
I love you. Hope you are happy.
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