All I feel is numbness. How do you say goodbye to someone you never met? How do you say thank you to someone who’s never physically done anything for you?
Just yesterday I was on my way home from Memphis. My playlist consisted of about 70% Tom Petty. I was singing every word so loud the car next to us could’ve heard me.
Now I can barely even speak a lyric.
He recorded hit after hit. His lyrics resonated with me. His songs were there for me when no one else was.
To me, music is as important as oxygen. Every time part of that music is taken away, I feel like the wind is knocked out of me.
No, I don’t have many friends. I’m not very close with my family. But music is always there for me. Through thick and thin. It understands me better than I understand myself.
I remember sitting at the very top of the Sprint center over the summer. I could barely see Tom and the Heartbreaks, but I sure did hear them. After every song, the sold-out crowd gave him a standing ovation. This man lived long enough to see himself become a legend. I’m glad I got to see him at least one time.
“It couldn’t have been that easy to forget about me.”