The other day I was on my way to a job interview, and was just passing through the toll plaza to get onto the Thruway from I84. I was listening to K104, and the DJ said something along the lines of:
The Woodman played this song this morning in honor of Caylee. Many of you requested it again, so here it is.
Next, the tears started.
Not like a few tears, but a full-blown bawl. I was screaming and yelling and crying, but just couldn’t turn the song off. As much as I hated hearing it, I needed to hear the whole thing.
You know the song, If I Die Young by The Band Perry. I mentioned it back in October when I heard the song for the first time. It is definitely one of those songs that makes your whole body sad, but so beautiful that you can’t bear to turn it off.
Then, this morning, I got into my car, pulled down my street, and turned on my radio. And low and behold, what song was on? If I Die Young. Like clockwork, I started to cry. Before I ordered my breakfast, I put on my big aviator sunglasses to at least help hide my puffy eyes.
Thank goodness for my amazing mascara that doesn’t run when you cry. It’s half the reason why I like it so much; it’s cry-proof (and Lord knows I need it).