Monday, September 5, 2011
a soulful night at button's
I have been told that a year will make a difference. I was told this when I was drowning in grief, when their deaths were just three months new. Three months felt like three days.
So, it was with trepidation and many tissues within reach in my purse, that I met my sister last night to hear Andrea Dawson.
I told you about Andrea last September. It was a serendipitous afternoon when Colleen and I happened upon her, playing with Lucky Peterson at Central Market.
The next few months, the three of us followed her to different venues. Mom loved listening and watching Andrea handle the microphone, remembering the days of her youth when she knew how to use that mic to hold an audience's attention.
I could no longer follow Andrea after Mom passed away. Until last night at Button's...
Seven months does make a difference. It's not good. It's not easy. But I got through the night with a soulful voice that willed me to be strong, that dared me cry, that forced me to sit back and soak up every minute, just like Colleen used to do.