I remember going into my grandmother’s room when I was younger to dig through her record collection; we would blast the first Etta James album I could find. As we played Chinese Checkers, my grandmother’s beautiful voice would resonate in the room. We would eventually stop our game and become a soulful duo. My grandmother’s voice and my fingers gently playing the piano.
The times we had, the laughs we shared.
You, me, & Etta.
I’ve never been one to mourn a celebrity’s death, but this one was family.