I remember most mornings before school hearing the music of popular composers and jazz
artists blowing their horns; opera
singers belting out chorus and verse of songs, as we sat eating - the notes and rhythms cascading around the
breakfast table. Music was the
background to my morning routine. To this day I’m drawn to these musicians and
their creative rush of melody and song.
I remember how much you enjoyed the classics, and we were
brought into your world, living in this creative culture of beauty and sound
that seemed to help you harness your artistic passion. It is a passion that is
full of courageous expression of inward enthusiasms. I wonder just how many illustrations,
paintings, drawings and sketches you have brought to life on canvas, or in your
sculptured bronze patinas.
Thanks for staying in your creative zone dad, and bringing
to us the imaginative energies of your gift that gave me hope to find my own
passions in life.
Happy Father’s Day
