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  • It was just about 3 weeks after my mom's death. I was feeling sad, oddly displaced, and missing her immensely. I just dropped my son off at school and as I was heading into traffic I recalled that weeks ago I had taken a cassette tape of my mom's into a photo shop so that they could transfer it to a CD. A week ago I had gotten a phone call telling me the finished product was ready.

    My mom had been the Organist and Choir Director at St. Luke's, our parish church in Schenectady, NY for 43 years. She had a few audio cassette recordings that some of her members recorded over the years. This particular cassette was one that I had played quite a bit during the last week that my mom was alive. I wasn't familiar with the songs but as I played the cassette I found them to be particularly soothing and was impressed at how professional the choir sounded. I know my mom found it soothing as well. One time she was almost asleep and all of a sudden her fingers came alive playing an unseen organ as she accompanied the recording.

    So as I left the school I headed over to the photo shop. The transaction took a matter of minutes and I got back into my car and attempted to head out of the parking lot. Traffic was incredibly heavy! I waited and waited but there was no let up. I needed to get into the far left lane but it was proving to be an impossible feat. While waiting, I took the CD out and popped it into the CD player. At that moment, there was a quick break in the traffic and I pulled into the lane closest to me. The music started to play and I realized it was a part of the tape I hadn't heard. Must have been on the other side. It was the choir singing AVE MARIA (one of my mom's favorite songs). I could hear my mom's distinct soprano voice. At the same time I realized with dismay that I was stuck behind a bus and was totally annoyed. But....when I read what was written on the back of the bus, my annoyance melted away............

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