I was watching TV last night. It was an American drama, 911, about members of the emergency services and their work. It's not terribly taxing viewing, a soap with blues and twos really. I'm enjoying the stories within the main storyline and the characters even though I've jumped in on series 4 as the first three series don't seem to be available on my platform.
It's fine Like many soaps it's not taken me too long to pick up quite a bit of the back story and it's been fun having lightbulb moments when another bit of history is revealed.
However last night I was suddenly poleaxed by a piece of music playing as background to a scene. The track was Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel and it was a favourite of my dear friend Adrian who we lost in a tragic accident a couple of years ago.
It's a beautiful song which was played at Adrian's funeral but as I said, that was a few years ago and although we miss our madcap, clever, kind, brave friend, that raw pain which affected so many of us immediately after his passing has been replaced by a background sadness with sudden moments of grief which catch you unawares like when I heard that music last night.
Last night that tune took me right back to this early days when an extraordinary number of people came together to mourn a man taken too soon and I felt the loss more keenly once more.