(Read entry #120.)
My brother died early one spring and for reasons I cannot explain this song became associated in my mind with that dreadful day. It's such a lovely, joyous song about blooming meadows and newborn lambs (and farting billy goats) but its contrast with my sadness just hit me in some way so that it never fails to bring memories of my brother flooding back.
Ever since he left us, spring has been about those opposing feelings. The joy of warmer weather and life beginning anew mixing with grief and loss.
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