Read on Twitter
So I feel the need to let you all know why John Prine is so special to me, and why his death is really hitting me. 1/9
My dad was alway a huge fan of his. He would always sing the songs to himself and to us. 2/9
John’s outlook on life and sense of humor really mirrored my dad’s. I can almost hear my dad’s giddy voice singing “Please Don’t Bury Me” now. 3/9
In the car, we would often listen to him and all enjoy the songs together. It was also often a jumping off point to discuss more “adult” subject matter to us (think “Illegal Smile”). 4/9
I could go on as to each song that I have a memory tied to with dad, but we would be here all day. 5/9
Anyway, around 8 years ago, my dad was diagnosed with colon cancer. It was a long battle, but he eventually passed. 6/9
But before he did, the last event we went to with dad was a Prine concert. Dad was going through chemo and was in a bad way, but he wouldn’t miss this for the world. It was one of the best concerts I ever went to. 7/9
I’m not sure how to end this. This whole thing is really fucking me up. But if there is a heaven or something, I would like to believe that my dad and him are hanging out right now. But I don’t believe in heaven, so IDK. 8/9
Anyway, I guess I’ll end this thread with probably my favorite recording of his. RIP 9/9 https://youtu.be/qypEoT5k5eU ">https://youtu.be/qypEoT5k5...
