When I listen to Glenn Miller, I think of my grandfather. When I think of my grandfather, I think of the sound of his voice, the easy way he walked and the things he loved. One of these things was Glenn Miller. He also loved golf, really good scotch and my grandmother.
I think about all of these things, but now, more than ever, I think about the kind of person I want to be when I think about Grandpa.
Listening to Glenn Miller and thinking about Grandpa keeps me going in the right direction, especially on the days when I think I may have started to stray too far away from the woman I want to keep becoming.