The other day I was in my car driving, windows open, breeze flowing through my hair. It was going on sunset. I was on a country road with wide open fields and the radio on. Suddenly Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard began to play on the radio station and a big grin spread across my face.
Why? Because I felt my deceased father dancing with me. As my rear-end wiggled in the seat, I felt him with me. In a fleeting moment, I was twelve again dancing with him in our living room as his 8 track tape of Paul Simon played. In the very real memory, it was winter and as the beginning notes of the song played, he jumped up from our checkers game and began to dance with me. He spun me around, teaching me dancing moves that I’m sure he made up as we danced. I was laughing in that fleeting moment of memory.
Tears poured down my face, drying quickly as the memory faded. I kept on driving, smiling through the tears. In that moment, I knew he was there. But just as quickly as the memory of dancing came to me with such a feeling of life and his love for me, it was gone, as swiftly as it came.
When I got home, I found the song again and played it repeatedly a few times hoping that he would return for another dance. But he didn’t and the tears flowed again. Grateful that he showed up unbidden, but sad that he is no longer here, I began to write this post – and finally decided to publish it.
Has this ever happened to you? A fleeting moment of certainty that the presence of a loved one has visited? Don’t let those moments of synchronicity pass you by dear friends. Always make sure to catch that fleeting moment for they are few and far between.
I attached the video below. It’s not exactly how I remember the song, but it does my heart good to hear it again. I hope it brings back sweet memories for you too!