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4 years ago today, i was woken up to banging on my window on a day off. to my surprise, it was my own mother.
i was confused and let her in the front door. she pulled me into a hug n said "daddy's gone, baby."
i was still confused. it didn't make any sense. not MY daddy?
i was confused and let her in the front door. she pulled me into a hug n said "daddy's gone, baby."
i was still confused. it didn't make any sense. not MY daddy?
my grandfather noticed he hadn't left for work yet. he went to check on him and found him slumped over his keyboard. he was long gone by the time any authorities arrived. my mom felt like she should be the one to tell me.
the autopsy ruled it a fatal combination of morphine, fentanyl, and alcohol. i still don't think it was on purpose. i stand by my belief that it was a fatal moment of indiscretion without intent. i truly don't think he would have done that with no warning.
my older half brother and i were his everything. he loved us more than anything. he was my best fucking friend. he's where i got not only my face, but my sense of humor, my appreciation for live music, my empathetic nature....
i hope this has sound?????? this was him playing at one of our lil family gatherings.
he was the dude with the guitar but like.... everyone loved him.
he was the dude with the guitar but like.... everyone loved him.
my parents MET at a bar called the Fish Bowl. when my dads band was playing. she was like wow that singer guy is cute. and like.... here i am
your favorite band was pink floyd.
and like.
how i wish you were here. we're still just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.
and like.
how i wish you were here. we're still just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.
