Mary Travers died.
"And when I'm gone, and when I'm dead, dead, and gone, there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on."
Laura Nyro wrote this when she was 17. Peter, Paul and Mary recorded it in 1966. I listened to it in 2009 when I read of Mary's passing.
I can't explain why I sobbed.
Maybe because Peter, Paul and Mary were playing all the time when I was a child and I can sing all the parts to all the songs from some deep place of utterly embodied memory.
Maybe because Mary sang for a better world, and her death makes me marvel at all that has been accomplished since she lifted her voice so many years ago, thanks in part to her.
Maybe because so much distance is yet to be covered, and her deep, resonant voice won't accompany our journey.
I'm listening to these songs over and over now on iTunes, singing along, and remembering the LPs and 10 Windsor Drive and my mom at the piano and my dad on sax and the harmonies that have sustained us all.
Mary, thank you for being one of the first voices I wanted to emulate, as a singer, and as a citizen of a scattered world.