I was making dinner.  “American Girl” was playing in the background.  My teenager Jacob was walking through the kitchen.

I asked Jacob, “Do you know why I’m playing this album?”

Pausing and then in a serious voice, he replied, “Someone died, didn’t they?”

Indeed, someone died.  Someone who made songs that make Dad smile.  That seems to be what the world needs now, more people that make others smile.  That my son is the sign of a life well lived.