It’s a cover, actually, from 1991. Well, is it a cover? Natalie Cole took the original that Nat King Cole sang and sang over it—but with him.
So I guess it’s like a kind of tribute to her father.
Either way, it’s been stuck in my head.
I was 13 when it was released. I used to listen to it on the radio in bed at night.
It is haunting and beautiful. It echoes in my mind like a dream I can’t quite capture, or put into words.
My kids don’t like my voice. They beg me not to sing. In fairness to them, it’s not my strongest suit.
I do like to sing, though, regardless of how it might sound to anyone else. I sing to myself all the time. I sing when I’m happy. I sing when I’m sad. When I’m lonely. I even sing when I’m angry: “I think you owe me a great big apology—TERRIBLE LIE!”
I did a lot of singing in October. It was helpful. Therapeutic.
That’s why darling, it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable too. ❤️