Have you ever heard a song and it
takes you back to a moment in your life that seems so real. This has happened to me from time to time and
sometimes it’s the most amazing feeling.
This happened to me just last week.
When I was younger and I would have
to spend the night at my grandparents’ house I always dreaded the mornings. It was great because my grandpa would make a
big breakfast but I had to also suffer through four hours of Polka music. Because my family is polish my grandparents listen
and enjoy the music. I would have to
wake up to the annoying accordion sounds filling the whole house. As a little girl in elementary school this
was my worst nightmare. Even worse, they
would play the same song at the end of the ten o’clock hour. Who Stole The Keeshka by the Matys Brothers. This song was so repetitive and my grandpa
would whistle at the same part every time it played. I hated this song.
Recently, my grandfather passed
away and when we were planning his funeral my family all sat down and we tried
to figure out what flowers were needed and what music to play. We sat for hours racking our brains and then
it came to me. That dreaded Keeshka
song. He knew all the words and I knew
he loved that song. So we finally agreed
that would be the song to play at the end.
Now whenever I hear this song I remember him dancing around the kitchen
making me and my sister breakfast and most importantly him being happy.
-Randi D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V4EkaCeTas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V4EkaCeTas