Once in a while, my frozen jaded heart becomes a big melted mess. Not often. Tonight, I was doing my usual stint on YouTube when I came across Eva Cassidy's rendition of Danny Boy
. I began to sing along. It isn't an easy song to sing but she makes it seem effortless. I suddenly got hit with a wave of memories. The most vivid one was that of my Filipino parents singing this song while my father played it on his guitar. In Nigeria. In between the lyrics, I started crying.
I'm not really sure why I cried. I can probably come up with several reasons. But there you have it. I'm a mess. I'll probably listen to it a couple more times. And get progressively schmaltzy.
My parents are still alive and well. Now retired. Back in the Philippines. Traveling often to the States to see their kids. They were just here recently. I haven't heard them sing that song in a while but I can still feel my Mom singing in the candlelight while my Dad strums his guitar. Memories have a weird way of stirring up emotions. Later.