It’s taken me a couple days to process just why I’m sad Jimmy Buffett passed away. It’s not like I had any link to him at all, well, except for his music.
He came on my scene when I was about seventeen and the island vibe spoke to me in ways no Teenie-bopper music could. Since then, I’ve come to love any music that spoke to such a laid-back outlook on life and this morning find myself searching out steel drum music on my Amazon device as I ponder “Margaritaville.”
Before my sis passed away, we took a 14-day cruise together to stops in Mexico, Belize, Grand Cayman, and Jamaica. I remember a stop with a Margaritaville bar; I think I still have a souvenir or two from that visit. If I remember correctly, Jimmy Buffett’s song played on repeat, while rum seemed to be the drink of choice, instead of margaritas. Weird that I remember that little detail of the visit. The whole Caribbean Island-hopping experience was laid back and easy-going, and I was told on more than one occasion that the only ones in a hurry down there were the Americans. Since then, I think I’ve been trying to recapture that peaceful enjoyment of seizing the moment and have even secretly searched for housing down there. Guess it’s not a secret though, now that I’ve put it into writing *smiling here*.
I hope his legacy will live on. We all could use a slower pace, a few seconds to breathe; a moment where the biggest issue we have is to find our lost shaker of salt.
R.I.P., Jimmy Buffett. Know you’ll be missed.
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