funnyman

ibrahim ferrer was one of my favorite musicians. i bought his cd when i went to spain.(yes, i know he's from cuba, but whatever) i played that album incessantly for the entire month i was there. ibrahim was one of the few people that could make anyone feel guilty for complaining. he never had a frown on his face, never bitched and moaned about how life sucks. he just took the cards that life dealt him, and made the best of them. and honestly, if you can find me a person that made more with what little they had, you are either delusional or trying too hard. he will be sorely missed. now for the creepy part. i haven't listened to the cd for a while, and on my way home from my girlfriend's house, i decided to put on a certain cd, but then at the last minute changed my mind and put in his solo album. i was singing to it, feeling like i was on the top of the world, which is common when listening to his music. i pulled up at my house, listened to the rest of the song, and then came in and sat down here. then i saw the article. i actually cried for a few minutes. it was as if he called out to me to hear him one last time. i'm still crying, which is very unusual for me. i guess its the fact that my life revolves around music so much that the feeling of loss in compounded. ibrahim, we will most definitely miss you.

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