Sometimes it does feel like yesterday; sometimes it feels so long ago. The stuff we did together feels like yesterday. Sometimes I worry I'll forget what he looked like, or how his voice sounds. I don't want to forget that stuff, but its hard to remember when theres no reminder. I don't have a picture of him, so i have to think really hard and eek out the detail from my mind
I gotta say, as sad as funerals are, they are really beautiful events. I was helping to cover up his ashes, and as i was down on my knees I looked up and scanned all the people watching; my family, his freinds. My nan winked at me
and everyone looked so sad, but at the same time everyone looked...comfortable, having people around to share the pain with. Its like it all dispersed.
I think I'll be jamming out some fade to black when I get my new guitar, nail that solo good and proper...thats my time to say "hey mate, its cool now"
Hurrah for music, when words can't express how you feel, a guitar solo will
oo that rhymed
Night all
Matt