I am sitting here listening to a Joni Mitchell CD that my father bought me as a gift years ago. I appreciate it more now that I'm older. I used to think Joni was too folksy for me. Sometimes, she still is, but I like her more. And listening to her makes me think of my dad.
Music is one of the things we bond over. He feeds my jazz jones, teaches me things about jazz, and keeps me laced with all sorts of goodies. Jazz isn't my favorite genre right now, but I like it more now that my dad has sent me Freddie Hubbard, Miles Davis, Eliane Elias, Diana Krall. I like it more now that I've sat and listened to John Coltrane when we play cards.
Some music will always remind me of my father.
I miss him and hope I see him soon whenever I make it home to Detroit.
*thinking I will sit down right now and write him a letter*