Those who know me, know that I spent a good portion of my time in the 70s, 80s, 90s and even 00s following Bruce, SSJ and other Jersey sound bands. I went with my friend Marian who was my cohort in the 70s and 80s in following the bands…in fact, she introduced me to Bruce before anyone knew who he was…in 1972, but I regret not sharing a Springsteen concert with Michael, although I doubt he would find the prices of the tickets for anyone but Andrea Boccelli worth it (he paid a substantial markup to surprise me with those tickets for one of our anniversaries). As it is with so many things, I thought I had “time.” And time is the one thing you can never count on having. When we decided to give my son an engagement party instead of renewing our vows and reliving our honeymoon at year 10, we said “Oh we’ll do it for year 15…” not knowing he would be terminally ill and unable to travel when that terrible year came around. If you are putting off something you really want to do because you’ll do it some other time, think again. I wish I had brought Michael to one Springsteen concert. I think he would have liked it a lot.

But the only music I can seem to listen to and smile are the Jersey sound songs…it brings back so many memories of all those years and happiness…

The only song that made me cry was this one and we played it at Michael’s service while the video of his life played…and it destroys me every time, but this version is especially haunting.