I have been thinking a lot about my grandfather that passed away a few years ago. I have been taking more of an interest in music and... every time I hear certain songs I have been thinking about what kind of conversations we would have about the music... and what kind of tales he would tell me.
It is really depressing to me that I have been thinking about this so late after he passed away. I can't help but think about how I didn't really have a chance to say goodbye or how I didn't really have a chance to really talk to him. About how much I love and appreciate music and about how I love to make music with my voice or with instruments that create the sensual poetry of sounds.
I can't help but think that he was taken away from us too early... I know that he WOULD have lived on. If it wasn't for that fucking brain tumor I KNOW that he would have lived a longer life.
I miss him a lot.
I have come to realize that more as the days pass.
I know that I can't changed the fact that he died. I realize that he is passed on from this world and I can't change that. But I wish that I had the opportunity to talk to him. I didn't appreciate music back then as I do now and I wish that I had that chance to tell him.
Oh well...
I guess that life is full of these regrets. I just hope that my life isn't full of them.
I love you grandpa and I miss you terribly. I'm sorry that I didn't get the chance to tell you. I hope that you are happy wherever you are. I love you!
