Oh how I have missed you, yet I have nothing to say. No inspiring words, no deep thoughts to display. Just a lackluster life, yet full of amazing memories!
Sometimes, I think I should rename you “ode to my father”, as it seems that only when I am missing him so, do I really have anything interesting to write.
Oh sure, I have wonderful times with my children and they are absolutely amazing, but really… I mean.. come on that is only interesting to me and those who hold my children near and dear to them. Right? Sure Joey was artful dodger in Oliver and Bella started kindergarten and is my big girl and sweet Keira is a crawling maniac ready walk at any given moment, just as soon as she realizes how confident she can be. But does the rest of the world really want to hear all that?
Is it wrong of me to want to wake my children in the middle of the night when I have my “second wind” and am full of energy to do something fun, like midnight tea parties, or star gaze or share with them stories like I did with my dad? Ah, who am I kidding, my kids like to sleep I might lose an arm. But maybe, just maybe I might wake them up one of these nights to do just that.
I loved staying up late and talking to my dad when I was in my 20’s it was finally a time in my life that we were able to communicate and heal some of the brokeness of our relationship when he was so strung out on drugs in my teen years.
Music and math always connected my father and I. We both had a fondness for The Cure and this song in particular was one of our favs. Boy’s don’t cry, Friday I’m in Love, Love song to name a few. But it didn’t end there the list goes on and on. My dad was hip to current music and stayed up with the latest and greatest bands and what not and then there are the “guitar gods” that we would listen to Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and so on. He would tell me his stories of how he used to play with this band or that band. And then he would be so excited to tell me about a dear friend of his, that he used to play with and how amazing he was and how he loved playing with him and how he knew that his buddy would end up being AMAZING. And sure enough he did!
I was and am very thankful that after my father passed away his friend contacted me, and shared some of his memories of my father with me and shared the following pics.
He described them as “This is a Copperhead gig (with I think Santana and Country Joe and the Fish) in Golden Gate Park in 1973 at the band shell
across from the De Young Museum.” How cool is that? My dad, playing in Golden Gate Park three years before I was born! AMAZING!
Now, if I could only obtain the pictures that a dear dear family member took from his house after his passing. I could pass on the stories my dad told me to my children…….. ughhh
