Illustration by Kagan McLeod
For my brother, my sister, and me, Guitar Hero was a competition of who could score the most points on the hardest level.
Mom, on the other hand, would play the ten-minute “Freebird” on the easiest level while we kids prepared for our next showdown. When Mom restarted the song after missing a note, we all shouted our disapproval.
“Rock stars do what they want,” she said, and we laughed because we agreed: Mom was a rock star.
That’s why, later, her funeral felt more like the last stop on a farewell tour, with “Freebird” as the perfect send-off.