This is the fifth in a series of posts from the memorial for my father, Walter Blum, who passed away last year. The event mixed music and humanistic interpretations of Jewish texts to try to share what my father was like and what he was passionate about.
At the memorial, my daughter Merav played a song next. She and her guitar teacher Mishael Dyckman chose a song by the Foo Fighters called “Next Year” that speaks about the soul and longing for reunion.
I’m in the sky tonight,
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I’ll be coming home next year
Into the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We’ll ride it out
I’ll be coming home next year
Come on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now,
Living with our heads underground
Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
When I come down
I’ll be coming home next year
I’m in the sky tonight
There i can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind around and round
I’ll be coming home next year
I’ll be coming home next year
Everything’s alright up here
When I come down
I’ll be coming home next year
Say good-bye
To view the entire memorial evening on a single page, please click here.
