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One of my favorite things to do is watch CBS's Sunday Morning. I wake up before everyone else, brew my coffee and sit down to watch inspiring and uplifting stories. Sure, the program does begin with around the world headlines. However, I'm in the kitchen brewing my coffee, so I miss the latest depressing updates.
A  few months back, I was watching a story was about the singer Barry Gibb of the Bee Gees. He still had the lion's mane of hair, but now it were of a snowy white color.
The interviewer set up the scene with the announcement that he was the last surviving member of the Bee Gees and was embarking on his first solo tour. Yikes!
Throughout the show, clips of his brothers were shown. There they were, young and handsome, performing their famous songs or still shots: scenes of Andy with his guitar, The Bee Gees (Barry, Maurice and Robin) the screen in black and white performing  as youths. Then, it switched to color as "You Should be Dancing" was performed. Ah, the Disco Era, that's how I remember them!
Towards the end of the interview, Mr Gibb said,  "I don't know why I'm the only one left?"
That query was very poignant to me. I recalled seeing the news reports of all of their demises, but these incidences were years apart. Now, the severity of the fact that  he had lost ALL of his brothers saddened me.
Hey, Sunday Morning! Couldn't you have waited until Monday morning to bum me out?!
Then I reminded myself that there were some major points of the interview to consider. For instance, his wife of over 30 years had urged him to go back to the studio and keep the music alive (you know us wives, constantly pushing, good for her!!) He was still performing music, now his son and niece were in the group. I was touched by this and felt through the music, all parties were healing and coming to acceptance.
That's what I enjoy about this show: it can take a serious topic and flip it around so the positive side is realized.
Oh, Sunday Morning, you never let me down!

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