thefreddy

I just heard from my mom last night that Granddad died.

Don't know how he died, but he passed on Monday, I believe.

Honestly, I didn't really know the man. The only time I've seen the dude was around 8 years old, and my dad kicked him out of the house when my mom began crying at the sight of him.

I can't get into too much detail, but he made my mom's life a living hell during her childhood. Also, he chose not to be apart of me or my brother's lives. His lost.

Still, I pity him. Doing the things he did to my mom only results in living a lonely life, drenched in emptiness, anxiety, sadness and grief. He has left this world knowing that he could have changed things but decided not to do it. His lost.

Anyway...

I'm feeling like myself again. Since the accident, my mind was in limbo and I couldn't collect all the pieces to make me whole. Now, while I'm not %100, I'm pretty goddamn close. I'm practicing bass again, I'm writing again, all the satisfaction I get from my pursuits returned.

I'm talking with my boy about joining his band. His band is probably the most established band I've ever played. I mean, shit, they played the Taste of Chicago (a big deal), music critic Jim Derogatis gave them a glowing review in The Chicago Sun Times and put them on the top 10 "bands to watch" in 2006 I believe (Another big deal). And, they've been playing steadily for six years. Hopefully, good things come out of this. I can only pray.


In short I'm feeling like this (towards the end in particular)