My moms name is Carol. I always hear her being called to when someone sings Carolina. I know it’s not referring to her but still my mind always gives her props. An inspiration, she is. Maybe it’s because I used to silently hear the association my dad put onto his favourite - James Taylor - who sings Gone to Carolina in my mind.
I think one of the greatest love stories I know - is my parents: not in how they met at Blakelock highschool, nor how my mom asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance when it was uncool to do so, or that they agreed to get married at a restaurant called Shelley’s - which became my name…
Their love story is their friends. Lifelong they are. They keep busy. I used to think (stupidly) that one day I’d reach where they be at and we would celebrate. But now - I’m 40 and they’re still going too - 70 and nearly 70. What a cruel joke that we never get to spend the same age on this planet together.
Regardless - they taught me to make a family of my own. Not just my man and kids, but friends that buffer the first - and I sure can make a mountain out of a mole hill.. but sometimes still feel that the realest friend I have is music.
How smooth and cool is James… I’m so grateful for the people in my life. Cultivate friendships you want to have, that lift you up. work on them.
