Music always seems to heal or speak the right words at the right time...even if they are unrelated so this is a second Friday Night Music for my music followers.
It was Holy Week, three years ago when my son Joseph died unexpectedly. The support system for my wife and I was noticeably lacking - particularly in my chosen profession and those regulators whose job it is to make sure that things work as they should.
It has been three years since then, but some days it is like yesterday. When I think back I think I was the one screaming, not the guitar. How far could my son and the system push those strings to make me cry out? I guess they could bend just far enough to make the sound that Slash is able to produce here without breaking because here I am today.
Stronger? Probably not. Different perspective maybe, but not stronger. Parents who survive their children do just that. Survive. They don't come out stronger. They have no new grand perspective on life...they just survive. Breathe in, breathe out, start a new day.
Today is a new day finding me back in Holy Week. Miss you Joseph. Your daddy never forgets.
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