Yesterday was utterly miserable without Larry, while he was out of town on business. I missed hearing him in his office and when he would take a break to go to the kitchen and get junk food for energy. The house was creepy, quiet all day.
Larry and I have been married 41 years. Can you imagine being with someone that long? I cannot imagine my life without him all this time. How lucky have I been?
He takes me on adventures, supports me one hundred percent, loves me unconditionally inspires my ART…..and so much, much more.
Dear Al Jarreau, Last Tuesday evening, Larry and I were at the Olympia Theater in Paris with you. You had been singing for about 8 minutes when Larry leaned over to me and said: I am hooked. The concert hall was filled with true fans, needing to hear jazz as it is/was meant to be presented. Larry held my hand and we watched you. Mesmerized.
It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. With so much to be thankful for already, I was in awe of the absolute joy that surrounded me in the Olympia. Joy, adoration, a big band, your organic jazz, love and yes, I saw you cry.
Why is it that time goes so fast during times of shared inspiration? I hope that I will always remember that evening. You shared your ART and shared your love. What more can an ARTist do?
Merci Beaucoup M. Jarreau~Love you beyond the Moonlight. Me