I cried to this song - A LOT - after my aunt passed. Once she left, how I wished she would give me a ring once she got where she was going.

It’s wild how hard personal interpretations can hit you. Every other time, it played like a lover’s plea. But in that moment, this song was sung for me. I know it.

R.I.P. Jacki
Rest in Power, Aunt Aretha.

If y’all catch me leaking on BART, let me be. It’s healthy to embrace this hurt. Tell those you love while you can. (at Oakland, California)