Yesterday morning a John Lennon song came on the radio. It was drizzly, I’d done some early morning grocery shopping. The days before had been sprinkled with a few hiccups. Some mornings a song hits you and you find yourself singing it, crying like you haven’t cried in some time, missing your sister more than you will allow yourself to for fear your heart will truly break. I told Mom about my sad song moment. She listened. She said you were just melancholy, you’re okay.