Friday, October 5, 2012

I Am My Father's Daughter

My mom was going through some of my dad's papers and came across this:
She wasn't sure what it was, but the second I saw it, I knew exactly what it was. A playlist. A darn good one too. My dad begrudgingly embraced 21st  century music; he was more comfortable with his piles of vinyl and cds than with iTunes and mp3s, but he loved streaming music. He would often keep lists of bands he heard and liked and many of our phone conversations involved one of the most beautiful phases in the human language; "have you heard of this band?"

Some days the greatest comfort comes from knowing that I am so much like him. 

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