The babysitter was my favorite person and best friend. Beautiful, full of laughter, and always fussing over me. My first pigtails were fashioned by "Barbara." But somewhere deep inside was a shadow that haunted her.
My Mom had a stereo and allowed Barbara to bring albums to play while babysitting. Enter in... Johnny Mathis.
Barbara committed suicide the year I was eight and she was eighteen. That afternoon before she left my parents' home, she handed me the Johnny Mathis album. I kept that album for many years. Then I had a party in my first apartment, and someone stole a box of my albums. Johnny was gone.
You might think that hearing his songs would make me sad? But there's just no way. It brings back some wonderful memories. Today I think I'll play one, that she and I never shared. I know she would have loved this one too.