My enduring memory of that difficult time is being told she had just days to live in a room off the main social area where an Elvis impersonator was rocking out ’70s Christmas songs

Sorry, but music hasn’t directly helped with the grief following my wife’s death. That’s a good starter for ten…

When I want to connect with memories of him, it is through music…

I often tell myself to "be more Dad". To sing loudly, to dance like no one’s watching, to tell the worst jokes…

As the music plays through my AirPods, my feet pounding on the pavement, the tears are streaming down my face…

When I was little my Dad was a travelling salesman selling encyclopaedias, vacuum cleaners and even knitting machines…

The busker grabbed his guitar and started singing and playing along, and there we all were, busking with our little boy.

It is something I miss but the enduring power of classical music has been a source of joy throughout my life…

Always played on high volume so we would truly feel the music in every bone.  When I hear “A Kind Of Magic” today…

My first new year’s eve as a widow … I organised for a group of fellow widows to go to a Murder Mystery event … 

It’s a great title and I am immediately hooked. I want to hear more. It's what a title is meant to do. My thoughts turn immediately to Judy. 

The afternoon was spent walking with my dogs and listening to music, when for some reason I decided to search for songs with her name in them.