Day 125: The Closer the Text...the Further the Fall

I am happy that God has given me the gift of expressing my true thoughts through music, even if it only sounds good to me. I am living the tribute to my departed wife. She will forever be celebrated in my life. The words of gratitude for the gifts her magnetism and wisdom have left me can’t seem to surf their way to my lips, except in song.

I told my therapist today that I can take stabs, and picture the words I want to say in a conversation, but blahbuggabish is what comes out most of the time. I was never that articulate to begin with, but I could always make sense, even after a half-of-a- fifth of Jack! Heck, I built a music career on that! At least I thought I did. Thank God for the sense my wife put in me about the abyss that was for me personally. Doubt I could have ever got on a transplant list drinking the way I drank back then.

What I feel I may have accomplished with this new album is an opening, a genesis of my deepest feeling of my love, admiration and thankfulness I have for Lindy. She epitomized “No braver soul behold” with the way she battled cancer. Her lore will span life to death as her balled will be told. I pray I can do her memory justice with the fashion with which I live on in her remembrance. 


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