By: Laura K.
At the concert, they played my favorite song, the one my mom used to dance with me to, when I was little.
Not so strange; it was a classic. Strange, though, to come from this band.
I belted out the lyrics, joyful without reason.
Either it was just a coincidence; or my brother had requested it for me. It was the sort of thing he might do. Or it was a message from another realm.
I had four days to ask him. I decided not to.
Then he was gone too, and now I have to listen for two songs.