Hey Guys ... as I found myself hysterically sobbing on the floor of my dad's client huddled up in a pile of his clothes ... I somehow got this feeling from my Dad that he wanted me to record ... he wanted me to share this indescribable feeling of loss ... of heartbreak ... of gut wrenching ache, of realizing I was standing amongst my father's clothes ... in his room ... with all of his things ... and I would never ever see him again. So ... I peeled myself off the floor from the fetal position... and I hit "record" ... THIS is another example, of my "story" starting at one place ... traveling through the laughs and unbelievable memories ... and then somehow I find myself back to ... my dad's room, with my dad's things ... and I am smiling, instead of crying. I hope you guys like this one ... Thanks Dad.
