(For “Rent” fans, it was a leap year; “Seasons of Love” does not always have the same cadence for the mathematically inclined.)
At Jim’s “Closing Ceremonies” I mentioned many of his lasts, though we did not necessarily know they were lasts at the time.
Exactly one year ago, Jim and our sons and I made the last trip Jim was able to take, to southern Maine, and saw our youngest child perform.
Of tens of thousands of photographs Jim took, this was the last. Our daughter and her teammates stepped off at 6:00 that night. Our graceful, leonine-haired dancer is in the center, arms outstretched.
The soundtrack to this picture was the lingering, softening last notes of “The Dog Days are Over.” For months before, as I listened to the music while she rehearsed for countless hours, my brain heard a mondegreen: “The Dark Days are Over.”