there’s a gsh story. it’s from the 70s. it only really matters to me, though.
The sound of Gil’s voice is like a window opening on my childhood that makes me want to scream from the rafters that MyMomRocks. She exposed me to art in its many forms. It wasn’t what I might’ve liked at the time, but it has stayed with me for life.
I saw her enjoying herself. I watched her in dance class. It may have been an African dance class, but they got down to the original Lady Marmalade, too. She took me to plays I couldn’t quite understand about apartheid. I sat in her lap at poetry readings. Paintings, framed prints and maps lined the walls at home. We read to each other, too.
The sound of his voice reminds me of how fortunate I was, am and will always be. Thank you, Gil.
And, I’ll Take Care Of You is on repeat.
Nikki♥
(♥:You are thanking her, too, right?) But, of course!