saw my mother’s face again, and felt, for the first time, how the stones of the road she had walked on must have bruised her feet. I saw the moonlit road where my father’s brother. died. And it brought something else back to me, and carried me past it. I's, saw my little girl again and felt Isabel's tears again, and I felt my own tears begin to rise.
The imagery here feels bittersweet. All of the suffering and love the narrator's loved ones have experienced throughout their lives all communicated through Sonny's song. Sometimes music can transcend language.