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April 3, 2019

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Ray Charles once said "I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me - like food or water."
Susan believes the same about herself. She believes it so wholly that the entire quote is tattooed across her ribs. Fitting, right?
I am confident each of us connects music to our memories of Susan. And honestly, we'll all probably connect different kinds of music to her. She was beautifully open-minded about music just as she was about people. She found something to appreciate about just about every kind of music she heard.
My big brother Jeff has created this playlist. It's wonderful, eclectic, and thoughtful, which is exactly how she would have made it herself.
I am listening to it right now and it's making me happy. If you're missing Susan like I am right now, give it a listen.
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