Day 7. I didn’t know if I would be able to record anything for today. I burned a couple of my finger tips at work, on my playing hand.
However, my son (6yrs) had the breaking reality of death pop into is brain tonight. He’s absolutely mortified that one day we (Mommy and Daddy) will be gone and all he will have left are memories.
He doesn’t want to grow up because he knows that even if he is lucky enough not to be harmed by the events of everyday life, growing old still brings the inevitable.
My heart was broken by the time I left his room. His mommy had to take a turn comforting him. I came downstairs and wrote this little riff while embracing the pain in my fingers and heart.