Mom's kitchen playlist was legendary: Motown, cumbias, and one ABBA song she danced to with a wooden spoon as a microphone. The first Christmas after she passed, nobody wanted to hear music at all. Then my nephew played her playlist without asking, and we all ended up in the kitchen, dancing badly and crying and laughing in the same breath. Now it is a tradition, her playlist on every holiday, spoons included. Grief took her from the room, but the music keeps pulling her right back in.
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