So sorry to hear of your loss. It seems we are never prepared in life for how we lose our love ones and family, never when or how.Right after lunch I was in the middle of my latest rewrap project, just about to apply the 3M 30NF to a small tom when my mom called to tell me that my dad had just been taken to the hospital by ambulance. She had found him laying face down on the bathroom floor when she came home from church.
Turns out he had had a massive stroke and the outlook is bleak, pretty much a foregone conclusion that he will be gone within the next few hours.
So now we're waiting. Not the way I pictured my day/week/life going. He was going to be 80 at the end of the week. He's always been there for me whenever I needed help with anything.
There was nothing this man couldn't do if he put his mind to it and he instilled that same quality in me. Why pay to have someone do anything you might possibly do yourself? A trait that I personally have directed towards drums among many other things. Not entirely out of the desire to save money either but also for the sense of accomplishment and even a feeling ( sometimes quite missplaced) that , with a bit of study and practice that he could do whatever the task a little better.
So anyway....not a good turn of events for me or my family. Not looking for sympathy as I know we've all suffered through similar events. Just posting to occupy my mind while waiting for the inevitable.
Reading about your Dad and how his influence carried over into your drum life made me recall my own father and how he encourage my brother and I in our musical journey. He bought me my first drum, a snare from the Sears catalogue. When he saw that I was serious, he then bought me a used set from a pawn shop in Nashville. It was an ugly wood finish that I sanded down and he helped me paint it using his paint spray gun. I had picked a metallic blue auto paint. I loved it. Fast forward to my sophmore year in high school, he then took my brother and I again to Nashville when he surprised my brother and I to a trip to a local drum shop to by my first set of Slingerlands. Capri Pearl. Beautiful. Next he bought my brother his first electric guitar. It was a Fender.
He always supported us in our music. Fathers will do that.