20/365 days of blogging.
That is how I felt the day my sweet husband, Richard, waltzed back into my life after being gone for 22 years. So much so that the legendary song by Etta James was the song we danced to at our wedding. (well that isn’t entirely true. We were SUPPOSED to dance to it and the DJ lost it, so we ended up dancing to “Smoke Gets In Your eyes” by the Platters.)
So today when Richard called to tell me that Etta James had died, I was saddened to say the least. Her music as a legendary blues singer was unique in its form and unique to the music industry.
She died from complications from leukemia with her husband, Artis Mills, and her sons by her side. She was diagnosed with leukemia in 2010, and also suffered from dementia and hepatitis C. James died at a hospital in Riverside, California. She would have turned 74 Wednesday.
She will be missed by the music industry I am sure, but missed more by two high school sweethearts that think of her song often, in fact each time we turn on “our music” we think of “At Last.”
Rest in peace Etta James.