Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read my brief story. My love of music started before my birth. My father played for me while my mother carried me. The first years of my life were filled with my father singing and playing for me. While I was still young my mother and father seprated, and our relationship became spuratic as my father made his life overseas. When I became an adult he came back to the states and I was blessed with a few years to reconnect with him as an adult. He re lit the music fire, then a few years later I lost him again. This time he was called to the great clearing. The music once again faded into the background of life. It hit me hard, I allowed the music to fade into the abyss. On the 11th anniversary of his death, I had life changing surgery. Just before they put me under, somewhere in the distance I heard him playing and singing to me. I made him a promise in that moment. When I woke from surgery I kept that promise. When I got home I played my first 10 mins on the guitar. It will be 3 years in September and I have not put the guitar down. I am not sure I can. It has become a passion, an addiction, something that fills me up with proof of life, yet nags me when to much time has gone by and I haven't played. When I finally got the chance to heal I did it in a wave with 6 strings. Now I play for me, my father, and for my wonderful kids. At this time I am little more than a living room rockstar, my kids just gave me a livingroom grammy. I am not sure where I am going. But I am enjoying the journey. Thank you, Kat
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