Growing up, one of my favorite memories was staying up late Saturday night listening to music in the den with my father. We would spend hours enjoying the greats such as Sam Cooke, The Supremes and The OJays. I was a kid with lots of questions. My dad let the music do his talking.
The great Nat King Cole was another one of my daddy’s favorites. I learned to love “Unforgettable,” “Route 66″ and “Sentimental Reasons” with him.
I will never forget when I finally had a contribution to these late night conversations. It was when my daddy bought my first record ever, a 45 by Natalie Cole featuring “Our Love” and “La Costa.”
I was so proud to own MY first piece of the magic called music. As a little black girl, Natalie Cole was everything I wanted to grow up to be…talented, beautiful and amazing. But she was even more than that to me. She was her daddy’s little girl, just like I was mine. Somehow, I felt like the four of us connected, two dads and their daughters.
Yesterday when I learned of her passing, it saddened me even more as it was the anniversary of my father’s death. I immediately pulled out my laptop and played “Our Love.”
The lady and her music will always hold a special place for me. Her voice was the melody on my “first date nights” with my first love, when I started to learn the value of what I bring to the table. She will be forever missed.