halfway to the stars

Taken by surprise sometimes, at odd moments. Yesterday afternoon I was enjoying my ADK chapter's 50th anniversary party. We had a singer performing the music of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, and it was lovely. He has a great voice and we were swaying and chorus-lining and having a grand old time. Then he started singing "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" and I had to go hide in the ladies room so no one would noticed the tears. I still can't listen to the tape of Jessica singing that song, made only a couple of weeks before her death. I tried once, couldn't do it. Maybe someday, but the association of that song with her is too much.