In Loving Memory of Antoinette M. Lamia

Two days after releasing Phineas' ashes in the mountains of Colorado,  I flew to Illinois to tell my 101-year-old grandmother that I love her before she passed away. On the way out of her hospice room, my dad let me know that he is watching over her, waiting to receive her with true love into a place where “there ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain." How? The day before leaving Colorado, a band at his favorite live music venue unexpectedly played one of his favorite songs - which is also about his favorite musicians and one of his favorite places in the world - called "Luckenbach, Texas - Back to the Basics of Love." The song stopped me in my tracks and felt like a thank you gift for setting him free in the Valley of Spiritual Growth. Then, when leaving his mom's hospice room after seeing her for the very last time, the same song was playing in a dark and empty dining room right outside her door! It was a beautiful sign of Phineas Magic. Music has always provided both great joy and much-needed healing for both of us, individually. During a difficult time for our family, hearing his song there again gave me instant peace ... "Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love." Message received, Phineas, thank you.