On Friday I went to Tina’s not funeral, a the celebration of her life.

This was one of the songs that played out, Christina said that she remembers Paul Simon’s Graceland album playing a lot on the journeys in the car to and from visits to her grandparents is Cornwall and Scotland. She said that she liked to think that it reminded T of her childhood in Africa.

Graceland was released the year after Christina was born and I was 13, I don’t remember Tina playing this album in my presence but I remember it because Ma played it quite a bit in the car when I was a teenager.

The chorus couldn’t ring more true if it was written for her:

This is the story of how we begin to remember 
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein 
After the dream of falling and calling your name out 
These are the roots of rhythm 
And the roots of rhythm remain