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Ever since I was little I’ve always had this dream of music, the dream where one day I would grow up and be loved by millions. I have many idols and many people I know in real life who i look up too but that’s actually how I lose my spark….one February 6 at 3:42, my father had died of a hidden illness he never told. Well I’m not surprised because ever since I was little my dad has always kept himself in this small part of the world. It would happen so much that me and my mom would call it a sailors world because a sailor can go anywhere on a boat and my dad could go anywhere he imagine with his imagination. My dad inspired me to make music ever since I encouraged him to write his thoughts and dreams in a book I had gotten him over the summer. I had came home from school on evening to see the book open with hundreds of pages of thoughts, poetry, and his dreams he’s never told me. It was fun to see how my dad saw the world. I decided to make music from his thoughts to get a bond with my dad and after awhile my music would help him talk more and more. Over the years he wasn’t writing much and as I had just moved out to collage I wasn’t able to play him music to help him so he stopped but I still had this somewhat flame he had left me with the last thoughts I memorized. After graduation I had cut off communication with my parents and started getting gigs until summer where after my gig at a cafe my mom texted me saying my dad passed and instantly felt a rush of blood to my head realizing that my dad had just died. At his funeral I could barely talk so I explained how I felt through my much but I choked up which has never happened more. After a while I stopped music and just did my studies because everytime I would look at a guitar I’d remember that moment of me choking up and remembering he’s no longer here. Music has always been a big thing for me but that’s also how I had a bond with my dad and now that he’s gone I don’t know who else to talk to through music.
Ever since I was little I’ve always had this dream of music, the dream where one day I would grow up and be loved by millions. I have many idols and many people I know in real life who i look up too but that’s actually how I lose my spark….one February 6 at 3:42, my father had died of a hidden illness he never told. Well I’m not surprised because ever since I was little my dad has always kept himself in this small part of the world. It would happen so much that me and my mom would call it a sailors world because a sailor can go anywhere on a boat and my dad could go anywhere he imagine with his imagination. My dad inspired me to make music ever since I encouraged him to write his thoughts and dreams in a book I had gotten him over the summer. I had came home from school on evening to see the book open with hundreds of pages of thoughts, poetry, and his dreams he’s never told me. It was fun to see how my dad saw the world. I decided to make music from his thoughts to get a bond with my dad and after awhile my music would help him talk more and more. Over the years he wasn’t writing much and as I had just moved out to collage I wasn’t able to play him music to help him so he stopped but I still had this somewhat flame he had left me with the last thoughts I memorized. After graduation I had cut off communication with my parents and started getting gigs until summer where after my gig at a cafe my mom texted me saying my dad passed and instantly felt a rush of blood to my head realizing that my dad had just died. At his funeral I could barely talk so I explained how I felt through my much but I choked up which has never happened more. After a while I stopped music and just did my studies because everytime I would look at a guitar I’d remember that moment of me choking up and remembering he’s no longer here. Music has always been a big thing for me but that’s also how I had a bond with my dad and now that he’s gone I don’t know who else to talk to through music.
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Ever since I was little, I've harbored a dream of music—a dream where one day I would grow up to be loved by millions. I have many idols and countless individuals in my life whom I look up to; yet, that's actually how I lost my spark.
On February 6, at 3:42, my father passed away from a hidden illness he never disclosed. While I wasn’t surprised, it was still heartbreaking. Ever since I was young, my dad had kept himself in this small corner of the world. It became such a familiar pattern that my mom and I affectionately referred to it as his “sailor's world” because, like a sailor navigating the open sea, my dad could travel anywhere his imagination allowed.
My dad inspired me to create music after I encouraged him to write down his thoughts and dreams in a book I had given him over the summer. One evening, I returned home from school to find the book open, filled with hundreds of pages of his unspoken musings, poetry, and dreams. It was a joy to glimpse how my dad saw the world. I decided to translate his thoughts into music as a way to bond with him, and in time, my music helped him express his feelings more freely.
As the years passed, however, he wrote less, and after I moved out for college, I couldn’t play him my music as often, leading him to stop entirely. Yet even after that, I carried the flame of inspiration he had kindled in me, holding on to the last thoughts I had memorized.
After graduation, I cut off communication with my parents to pursue gigs. It wasn't until summer, after performing at a café, that I received a text from my mom informing me of my dad’s passing. A rush of blood surged to my head as the reality hit me—my dad was gone.
At his funeral, I struggled to find the words to express my grief and ultimately poured my feelings into my music. I choked up, something that had never happened to me before. In the aftermath, I put my music aside to focus on my studies. Every time I looked at my guitar, I was reminded of that painful moment and the crushing realization that he was no longer here.
Music has always been a significant part of my life, a way to connect with my dad, and now, with his absence, I feel lost. I find myself unsure of who else to talk to through my music.
On February 6, at 3:42, my father passed away from a hidden illness he never disclosed. While I wasn’t surprised, it was still heartbreaking. Ever since I was young, my dad had kept himself in this small corner of the world. It became such a familiar pattern that my mom and I affectionately referred to it as his “sailor's world” because, like a sailor navigating the open sea, my dad could travel anywhere his imagination allowed.
My dad inspired me to create music after I encouraged him to write down his thoughts and dreams in a book I had given him over the summer. One evening, I returned home from school to find the book open, filled with hundreds of pages of his unspoken musings, poetry, and dreams. It was a joy to glimpse how my dad saw the world. I decided to translate his thoughts into music as a way to bond with him, and in time, my music helped him express his feelings more freely.
As the years passed, however, he wrote less, and after I moved out for college, I couldn’t play him my music as often, leading him to stop entirely. Yet even after that, I carried the flame of inspiration he had kindled in me, holding on to the last thoughts I had memorized.
After graduation, I cut off communication with my parents to pursue gigs. It wasn't until summer, after performing at a café, that I received a text from my mom informing me of my dad’s passing. A rush of blood surged to my head as the reality hit me—my dad was gone.
At his funeral, I struggled to find the words to express my grief and ultimately poured my feelings into my music. I choked up, something that had never happened to me before. In the aftermath, I put my music aside to focus on my studies. Every time I looked at my guitar, I was reminded of that painful moment and the crushing realization that he was no longer here.
Music has always been a significant part of my life, a way to connect with my dad, and now, with his absence, I feel lost. I find myself unsure of who else to talk to through my music.