I remember sitting with my dad while he played Beatles songs on his acoustic guitar and sang all the wrong words in his thick accent but sang them with so much heart and soul. I also remember thinking that these were the only moments he was not angry and we got along over the mutual love of music. As time passed, I stopped listening and he would play and I would sing. All was well with the world...even if it was for a short while. I really do love music. I am grateful it gave us those moments...
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