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Those of you who read the fancy-pants New York Times
might be familiar with the column Modern Love
that appears in the Sunday Style section. If not, it's a collection of essays written by a different author each week who muses on some aspect of the nature of love in this wacky globalized mash-up of a world we're living in. Everything from Googling before a first date
to flying halfway around the world
to have a drink with a stranger.
What does this have to do with Nashville? Or a music blog? Excellent questions. This week's essay
is from Nashville songwriter Layng Martine, Jr.
, who's written songs for Elvis, The Pointer Sisters, Trisha Yearwood and Billy "Crash" Craddock.
But his essay isn't about love by the Nashville numbers, but rather his unwavering commitment and devotion to his wife Linda, who was crippled in a car accident and left paraplegic. Warning: It's a tearjerker. (And, registration is required, and totally worth it.)
Anyone who is in love is living a charmed life, especially if you've been in love for many years, through good times and bad. I have been crazy about Linda since the first time I saw her. We always felt we could handle any challenge because we were facing it together. This time we knew we had the will, but the demands were so exhausting, the changes so pervasive, that sometimes we wondered how we would cope.
This incredibly capable woman who loved to hike mountains, ride waves, and run marathons, who had cleared our sizable backyard of eight-foot-high brambles and helped me move all our furniture into three houses, suddenly couldn't do any of those things, ever again.