Before my husband and I were even dating, he was driving me and his friends across the Brooklyn Queens Expressway in New York City when the topic came up of what song we’d want played at our respective funerals. I was crammed into the backseat, directly behind him, and when it was my turn to answer, I told everyone the song should be Flogging Molly’s “If I Ever Leave This World Alive”. He didn’t know the song so I played it for the car and he was silent for the whole song, which is one of my favorite qualities about him - when I show or play something for him that’s important to me, he stops what he’s doing and listens.
The song ended and he smiled at me in the rear view mirror. “That’s a great song,” he said, and then we all got to witness the lights go out on the Empire State Building while we were on that bridge because it was midnight and I’ll always remember that crisp New York night feeling magical.
Skip ahead ten years - on Saturday night, up in the balcony of the Hollywood Palladium on St. Patrick’s Day, we slow danced to Flogging Molly playing “If I Ever Leave This World Alive” and it was as if the universe was gently reminding me that good and beautiful and magical things have a way of coming back around full circle in life.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.