When my oldest brother told my parents he was no longer going to go to church, "Hey Jude" was playing on his stereo. I don't know if he knew that, but until the day she died, whenever my mom heard that song, it would make her cry. I asked her once why it made her so sad, and she is the one who told me the story. Now, every time I hear that song, I think of my mom, and how she could be heartbroken repeatedly by the memory evoked by a Beatles' song.
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