An Ode to Goodbye...
He was an alcoholic and the only father-figure I knew. We made amends when I became an adult and he was a loving grandpa to my children. The scars were always a reminder. He was one of the most talented artists I have ever experienced. The sound of the guitar will always be a comfort to me.
My appreciation for music was the legacy he left behind. I am sorry I never got to say goodbye. The guitar tells the story...
