I just endured one of the most beautiful moments of my life. My parents just got back from Mexico and showed me something they brought back home. Now, if you know me, you know that I am a huge fan of music. My parents brought back a few vinyls and I’m having a hard time holding back the tears. They belonged to my grandfather whom is no longer with us. I started to play one of them and felt chills up and down my body - I felt his presence. The beauty in this moment is something I will absolutely never forget. The smell of his home, the dust that has accumulated over time, the sounds of his favorite songs - it was overwhelming. I have yet to see his grave sight. He passed away in September of 2009, and though we visited in April of 2010, my mom wasn’t ready to visit him when I was there. I suppose there’s a sense of closure that I’m missing, but these pieces of music makes it seem as though I have a connection to him still. It gives me peace in some sort of way. I miss you, grandpa!