Today was our daughter Izze’s first day of school as a high school junior. I feel time passing like the mile markers on an interstate. By the end of this year she will have her learner’s permit and all that goes with it. By June of next year she will be a licensed driver with her own car. To paraphrase one of my favorite poems, ‘My Daughter Asleep,’ may the Great Unknown watch over her when I cannot. The world is falling into place perhaps faster than I would like.
For today at least, both my daughter and son seem to be in good places with a future that still looks inviting.
At 80 years of age things are beginning to change for me faster than I would like. Unfortunately what I like and dislike has nothing to do with reality and acceptance seems to be more important than ever. So many people of my generation as well as the one before and after me have passed within the last couple of years. I think the ones I miss the most are ones that were a part of my still ongoing story. Most of the people that interact with this site are tuned into the ones that were a part of our musical history. Each one from our generation that we lose makes our world just a little bit smaller.
Life goes on until it doesn’t and that’s not about to change anytime soon, I find myself so fortunate that I am surrounded by people that are mostly younger than I. It keeps me from trying to replay my own story, Whether I’m driving my daughter to school at 0700 or trying to make my fingers comfortable with an unfamiliar chord position this is indeed a bonus round.
Not long before my mom passed, she said to me, ‘There is no one left alive who knew me as a girl.’ There was a distant wistfulness in her eyes as she said that. There are fewer people alive today who knew me as a boy but by the grace of G_d there are many people who know me today as a man still trying to do the next right thing. (A work in progress)
Gotta pick the kid up from school and drop her off at her gig at the pizza shop.