I’ll never forget the morning of my friend Joslyn’s wake and funeral. The few of us that were allowed to go met at the McDonald’s parking lot that was her favorite place to skip school. It was an appropriately dreary September morning. We carpooled and ended up in four carloads on the way to the funeral home. The huge collages that we put together just days before were right in front of the huge room filled to the brim with people paying their respects. After the service, watery-eyed, we all returned to the cars to wait in line to follow the casket to the cemetery. Joey jumped out of his car and told everyone to tune the radio to 93.3. Just Like A Prayer had just started. Our train of cars opened up all of the windows and cranked the volume, and we all got out in the parking lot and started to dance and sing, just as the sun started to shine through the clouds. I still get goosebumps every time I hear that song.
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