On the one hand, I was grateful, because I still have nightmares pretty much every night.
On the other hand, it was three in the morning, so I was still exhausted...
But there you have it, I can't rest and not have nightmares, so take the lesser of two evils, right?
Anyway, I sprinted upstairs, cuz I heard yelling (at three in the morning, I know, it's ridiculous) and Dad's in the kitchen scowling, his voice has gone down by the time I get there and he's just mumbling about how he's fifty-two and has done nothing with his life.
Right there with you, partner.
(At twenty-one, that is.)
But then I took a step back (mental) and started thinking, what has my Dad done?
He's helped bring eight kids into the world.
He's encouraged us in everything we do.
He's always there to help out, even if he grumbles.
While not reaching fame and fortune, his music has certainly touched MY life, and I'm sure it's touched others as well.
And he's helped so many people, paying bills, helping to move, fixing cars, giving a home rent-free, letting people use his studio to advance their own music careers, even just being someone to talk to...
And okay, sure, people take advantage of that sometimes.
But he's still done a lot of good.
He's compassionate, honorable, loyal and intelligent...
And though I might not say it, I'm proud to call him Dad.
So what's this nothing that he's done with his life?
Kinda makes me wonder what's the nothing I've done...
I am humbled...
And still exhausted even if I did get a few more hours of sleep after I swept up the broken glass...
Such is life.
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