When I would think of her over the years, I would think of a blue bird. I never knew why. It's just what I felt. She had an aura. Maybe because her eyes were blue and she could sing like no other. She loved music. It took nothing to make her sing. She expected all her children to sing. We did. Even if she didn't know the words, she would make them up and dance in place. She was the reason I came to write songs. When I was nine years old, I was chosen to sing a solo at...