Years ago, when my father passed away and we were about to have his funeral. My son, Nathan, was only eight years old at the time and I don’t think he had ever seen me cry before that day.
Nathan performed at the UCO Jazz lab again tonight. He’s a better Trombonist than I was back in the day, and I wasn’t bad at all.
Some people come into your life and they change you.
One of those people who had that impact on me, passed away this morning.
While visiting my sis on the island, I took the drone and wanted to capture some footage of the beach, of Beth, and us on her birthday.
There’s a photo I took of my son as a young kid, red sweater, red backdrop, laughing, framed on my living room console table. Last week I noticed a small sliver of yellow paper sticking out of where you put the photo in, so I opened it. Behind the photo was $50 and a post-it note from my mom that simply read “I love you son”.
My friend Jimmy flew to Oklahoma to join Nathan and I on the summer road trip to Colorado this year. It was kind of Amazing. Nathan was less of a son and more like “one of the guys” on this trip, despite his tempered pain of a kidney stone.
Nathan and I drove to Colorado to meet some friends and ski just west of Denver, CO. His first time to ski, I was truly impressed. Never had any trouble getting off the ski lift. Took a bit of a wipeout on a blue run, but he did a blue run on his first day ever to ski.