Thursday, August 7, 2014
Seems like only yesterday since the phone call in the middle of the night from my Father. He did not know how to say it, nor did I know how to hear him. Yet he said it, and I heard him ever so deeply. I'll never forget my Mother. Later today, my wife & I will gather, light a candle, sit quietly. I'll play Matka Boska, Blessed Mother, for Mom, for me, and for all Mother's and children. I am ever so grateful for this life and the gift of Music that enlivens us all. Mom bought me my first guitar, one much better than I deserved, but she could never say no to me. What a gift she gave me - life and how to live with love.