Driving to Memphis last week, I reached the place on Interstate 40 where there’s construction just as the mixtape in the CD player reached the place where Charlie Peacock sings “In the Light.”
I wanna be in the light as you are in the light,
I wanna shine like the stars in the heavens,
Oh, Lord, be my light and be my salvation,
All I want is to be in the light.
That song often triggers a messy cry. It takes me back to the night I walked and walked at my walking place, the Big Dam Bridge. I had my iPod in my pocket, one earbud in, one dangling so I wasn’t totally isolated. I listened to that song over and over as I walked out the first steps of grief, the anger and denial and shock and sorrow, of the morning’s news. The night before, my friend Mike died in a car wreck.