|Gene and John Adcock, circa 1975|
Still the music does take me back to those years of our early marriage, late 60's, early 70's. Working together to build a home and a life together. To build a family together. Our years of hoping for a baby. Applying for an adoption that never came because we conceived - just not the "closet day." Raising our son. Working and fighting and arguing and making up all rolled into a life together. A life together that was denied to Jim and Ingrid Croce by a simple mistake and a tree.
It is ironic that this man, Croce, who was finally beginning a successful ascent in his career was killed by an ordinary pecan tree. One tree the pilot failed to clear or see at the end of a small town airport runway. The plane was headed to another small town named Sherman, Texas, located about 35 miles from where "the closet" was. One is left to wonder what other beautiful songs would have come from the heart and mind of Croce. Songs of the joy about their wonderful son, AJ. Songs of sorrow for the child lost at birth just weeks before the crash. More songs to play while I sit and sort photos of my life.
But for one pecan tree.
|Jim and AJ Croce|
guitar strings vibrate
music from past decades fills
the emptiness of time
© Janice Adcock