I heard it first in my teens and it was the amazing soaring voice on a transistor radio under my pillow which lulled me to sleep.
Then I met the love of my life, and his love of music brought more songs, hymns, instrumentals in every genre of music into my life. But Unchained Melody was his love song to me. Over the many decades we had together the song became our anthem.
On our anniversaries and my birthdays, he would make the time to sing it to me, sometimes when it came on the radio and his perfectly pitched voice sang harmony, other times he'd catch me by surprise and sing it solo. A private performance for my ears only, as we swayed together. In a parking lot, in the kitchen or cuddled on a couch after turning the news off before bed, it never failed to have me falling in love with him over and over again.
Even in the last years when he was so ill with heart problems and burgeoning depression, the song brought moments of clarity and sweetness to us. His voice, not nearly as robust as it used to be would soar as it always could. In the hospital as I fought with a genetic disorder, and at home when we fought like cats and dogs, it would bring our hearts together and keep me strong. I knew the man who loved me was still there buried under the monster disease created.
The first time I heard it after he passed away, brought a deluge of tears. The first I shed after the unthinkable loss of kind man, ruled by integrity and ethics whose last words to me were, I love you. The torture of his last years was over and the love is what I remember now as I healed and processed the disaster of living with a depressed mate hindered by a heart that didn't wouldn't let him be a man. Now Unchained Melody brings a smile and sometimes a tear. I can feel his arms around me the way they used to be and will always be.
God speeds his love to me.