I remember summer 2008 when I spent a week in Manistee, MI with Uncle Jonny. Although being with my family made it an amazing week, watching Uncle Jonny struggle to put on his jacket and not be able to figure out how to eat a chicken finger really got to me. Seeing Uncle Jonny like this made me think where did he go? That’s not my Uncle Jonny in there. He almost felt like a different person. But then we put an African drum in his hand and like magic he was my Uncle Jonny all over again. I could sit on that deck singing Under the Boardwalk with him forever. When he sang, it was like I could see right through his sickness and see my Uncle Jonny like he used to be. It was those moments when the sun blazed down on us that I didn’t think about the fact that he didn’t remember my name, but that he remembered the lyrics to every song we sang. That was Uncle Jonny. That’s who he was and who he is. The musician.
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Sammi, I know what you mean about music magically transforming Jonny. I too sang Under the Boardwalk with him, and many other songs, but would only have been able to hum along if not for his uncanny ability to remember all the words. I have played music just about all my life, but never so joyfully as with Jon. He will always be part of my life when I hear those songs. Thank you for this blog, and all you are doing to "Save the Memory."
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