I love that I have my sense of right and wrong from following my mother’s footsteps, but the musical side of me, my whimsy for the ethereal and pure joy of listening to amazing music, hands down came from my father. Tomorrow, he would have turned 80, and it strikes me that he lived his life on his terms. Always smiling, always willing to spend time with his children and grandchildren, he taught me that being on your own path leads to much rewards and satisfaction.

I am grateful for the time I had him for, even more so, that my children got so much from him. So while tomorrow will be a day tinged with sadness, it will be also another day full of gratitude for the amount of time he was in my life.

I know he is at peace. And for that, I am forever grateful.