Shelby and Matt join us for dinner.  Delicious soup made by a friend.  They are going to a concert, one of John’s favorites…Kygo.  They preview the concert for us, music dancing through the speakers, filling the house as we sip our soup. I have it turned way up.  It’s happy.  It’s fun.  Kygo is a remix artist.  The next song is a remix of a Marvin Gaye song that I’ve always loved.  I want to move, to dance.  I picture John dancing and sliding around the kitchen as he always did when he found a new favorite song or artist.  He did it in August on his last visit home.  He had created a new Pandora station, “It’s SO GOOD mom.  You will love it!” Shelby shares more stories about John.  She had a video of John on her old phone, the one that was stolen. She wishes she could show us, but it’s gone with the phone.  He was dancing to this same Kygo song with his two roommates, using a shoe for a microphone.  Another song was on the playlist they used while driving her car from Alabama to Colorado.  It’s great driving music.  Zippy and lively.  I can picture John driving to this music, his head bobbing, his hand over the top of the wheel, looking over at the passenger seat with his big grin.

Their ride arrives and with a quick hug they are out the door.  The music goes with them on their phones, but it echoes between Paul and me as we hug each other.  “John should be going with them!” I sob.

Hours later, the image of Matt and Shelby leaving the house sticks with me.  They are full of life and excitement.  The music is bubbling out of them.  Happiness is bubbling out of them.  John’s music is bubbling out of them.  John is bubbling out of them.  John is going with them to the concert after all.