The car filled with the measured, stately entrance of the clarinets. And although he knew what was coming next, Jeremy was still startled by the attack of the brass, then soothed by the blending of the choral voices.
“It’s beautiful,” Robbie said.
“Mozart’s
Requiem
. A Mass in honor of the dead. I never appreciated it before, but my father said someday I’d find comfort in it.”
“And do you?”
“Over the last few months, I’ve learned how little I know about life. About my parents. Who I really am. I was always running from them. I believed they were so different from me that we couldn’t possibly understand each other.”
“And now?” She took his hand.
“I’ve learned we’re the same. Their blood runs in me, and that’s a bond that can never be broken.”
He drove the car over the Julia Tuttle Causeway and came to the crest. The bay spread out before them. Jeremy had no specific mission, no tangible goal. But he knew his parents would always be with him. That they had never left him.
The woodwinds were sweet, pulling him in, reassuring him.
His hands settled into the grooves of the steering wheel.
He hoped his parents could rest in peace now, even as he knew his own journey was just beginning.
Dona eis requiem
, sang the chorus.
Yes, Jeremy thought. Rest now, Mom and Dad.
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