I still can’t think about Harry without feeling overwhelming sadness. Not about the way he lived, but that we lost so many stories.

Only Harry Chapin could make magic, and memories, and haunting images, from everyday people and everyday events. I had the good fortune to see Harry live three times, although never with his band. One night he and brother Tom played stories back and forth. Our home was in Rochester NY at the time and Harry had a huge following there. I was really a fan…bought all the records…knew all the words. I had three evenings with Harry and wish I’d had a thousand.

To Harry. Cat’s in the Cradle made me realize how important it was to be there while your children are small. Flowers are Red made me stay involved with my kids schools. Tangled Up Puppet made me understand my daughter’s move into adult hood. A Better Place To Be made me cry. Corey’s Coming made me dream. Six String Orchestra made me laugh.

May the Circle heal itself….you left it too soon.

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