We lost my dad about 6mo ago and today would’ve been his 70th bday. First time I’ve come undone in months and Been wanting to post something on here not sure why. Maybe just to remind everyone about him or how much I loved him. I was wondering what to write because the stories and the experiences are endless and the people we knew together are in thousands. We’ve shared so much from the tiny 500 sq ft house in the north end to the largest stages in the world and places I was so fortunate to go because of him.. I even once conned you into shooting bts for me. You were so overly qualified and so happy to help. People have told me you’re the greatest audio engineer ever, the best tour manager they have ever known, and the best photographer. While I agree with all of it the big trophy for me is you were the best dad and grandpa I could’ve ever asked for. You simply showed up. Everyday. No matter the challenge. For 37 years you showed up. You were kind and had heart a heart of gold. I could write an essay. Or 5. I could make a book. Maybe I will after I go through a 500k negatives in your storage unit. Ford loves you. Emily loves you. I love you. The gift was how much we know you loved us. That picture of you holding EM’s belly was the day you had arrived. I know it was. I’m sorry you only got 3 years of it. You fought like hell and I’m proud of you and proud to have been yours. Happy birthday BG. Ps. The rhodi bloomed on your bday like always: Pss. He mixed this song for alias world tour maybe 91 I dunno. He always played it when we’d take the Lincoln camping. Totally fitting imo. Not even going to reread this. Fuck ai. ❤️
My sweet 🌹Grandma Rose🌹passed away on Wednesday at 2:45 pm at the age of 90 years old. She took her last breath with my hand on her heart and my head against hers. She went in her own home just like she wanted. We realized later that night her watch stopped working at 2:45. She was 1 of 9 kids and grew up during the depression. They had goats and cows and a garden and did a lot of canning. She met my grandpa after he served as a marine and they spent over 50 years together. She took care of me since I was a baby. Her home was my sanctuary. She cared about homeless people and drug addicts and would make hundreds of sandwiches and take them downtown. She’s lived in the same neighborhood for 70 years. Everyone knew and loved her. She was a saint and I’m grateful to have known her and loved her. It was an honor to take care of her these last few months. Although I’m sad to see her go, I know she’s home with her husband and brothers and sisters and mom and dad. 🌹
