It was twenty-nine years ago today that Karen Carpenter passed away. Last night I honored her memory by listening to some of my favorite Carpenters songs. I figure that it was the least I could do. I did not cry, as I had last year.
I still miss her, however. I miss her voice, of course, but that, fortunately, lives on in her recordings. I also miss her smile, her loveliness, and her passion for what she did.
What would she be doing today? I like to believe that she would have finally branched out on her own. Produced a few more solo albums, possibly in the jazz genre. Won a Grammy or two. Finally got a chance to sing and act on stage, as she always wanted. She had grown up as her own person, had that taken away from her, and was slowly gaining her individuality back at the time of her passing.
Karen was a beautiful, fun, and happy person.
The world is a worse place without her.
