I have hit an age where I get overly emotional at music, Not just any old song, not even songs with lyrics. But that which plays the same music as my childhood soul, When I hear it everything stops and I fall deep in a hole. It's a hole swelling with memories both good and bad, Just pure emotion, a lot which reminds me of my dad. He isn't gone, don't get me wrong, I see him every day, I think it is just my appreciation of him forming a different way. Most of my memories are tied to songs you would hear on Classical FM, They play like a movie in my head and I smile as I recollect them. Whereas my brother I see in games that we played together when we were small, Or at least I thought we did when really my controller wasn't plugged in at all. It still makes me giggle when I think of the games we would play, I would be he sidekick, he'd shout, 'Save me Silcy!' And I'd smash the buttons on my unplugged controller to come to his rescue, But he never needed me he just wanted me to be involved too. My mum I remember through bedtime stories, Those which she would read each night to me. I listen to those same stories now when I'm unwell, I feel safe hearing the stories she used to tell.