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His Music
Some days I just listen to my dad’s music
The 70s, 80s, and 90s mostly
Even though I am so far away from him, it helps
I didn’t think I loved his music this much
But now every time I listen to it, I’m reminded of him
It’s going to be hard when he’s gone
And I have to listen to it all by myself
I hate the uncertainty of his cancer
No one has any idea how long he will live
What he listens to is now what I listen to
Growing up with these songs has forever connected them to him
I remember that I use to get so sick of him always putting on the 80s station
And now, I put it on whenever I get the chance
The 70s, 80s, and 90s mostly
Even though I am so far away from him, it helps
I didn’t think I loved his music this much
But now every time I listen to it, I’m reminded of him
It’s going to be hard when he’s gone
And I have to listen to it all by myself
I hate the uncertainty of his cancer
No one has any idea how long he will live
What he listens to is now what I listen to
Growing up with these songs has forever connected them to him
I remember that I use to get so sick of him always putting on the 80s station
And now, I put it on whenever I get the chance
Published 25th Apr 2021
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27th Jun 2021 4:22am
Life at times plays sick jokes on us. Sad to read this about your father. But, those were indeed golden rock generation.
