my mom's been gone since 1993 so she never got to meet hope, who was born in december of that year. nancy lee and hope kathryn are soooo alike in soooo many ways that i almost think of them as sisters.
every mother's day, hope and i find an hour or so to bring some flowers to the cemetary. it is a beautiful spot in early may, with the lilacs in bloom and the little fountains flowing, so we sometimes linger.
as the sun was setting on mom's day a few years ago, we heard three women singing sweetly at a gravesite. they were dressed in church clothes -- bright spring dresses and hats -- and looked to be sisters pouring it out for mom. hope was taken with the moment, and suggested we sing too.
i've got to admit that i wouldn't attempt public singing in a cemetary without a little nudge from hope. but my mom loved vocal music and she would listen to her prized cassettes of seventh-grade choir concerts long past their freshness dates. plus hope has an outstanding voice, much stronger than mine, warm and resonant just like her grandmother's.
i threw my dove acoustic into the jeep today and we did love is a rose [audio] kneeling graveside in the grass. singing with hope, i thought of my mom doing everly brothers' songs with her cousin brian and his guitar. i got my everlys by way of rockpile's nick lowe and dave edmunds. i'd love to tackle rockpile's now and always with hope, but maybe we can work up some straight don and phil for next year too.