Oh the thoughts that have been running through my mind since last Tuesday when Pap died. We’ve all been on a roller-coaster of highs and lows. I’ve cried till Granny told me I was going to ruin my face. Actually we’ve all cried like that so I guess I won’t be the only one with a ruined face.
I dreaded playing music together again. I kept thinking how can we without Pap? To be honest I wasn’t sure I could do it and I sure wasn’t in any hurry to see if I could.
Granny said she wanted us to do our picking before the boys (my nephews, her grandsons) had to head back home. I brushed her off and hoped she’d forget about it. If you’ve ever met Granny you’ll know she doesn’t give up on nothing. She kept insisting we play till I said “Okay okay okay” just to get her to be quiet.
As we gathered together in Pap and Granny’s living room I figured we’d all fall apart one by one. There were a few tears, but there was also lots of laughter and plenty of Pap stories. From the start Ben said he’d take Pap’s place of keeping us on track. And just like Pap used to do he’d nudge us along every time we got to talking instead of playing by telling us “Now we got to do something.”
Ben’s sweet wife Rachel took the panoramic photo above. Granny is on the couch behind Paul and if you look behind Chatter and her guitar you can see my elbow and my bass.
I’m glad Granny made us play. I made it through just fine and the picking gave me assurance that we can continue making music just like Pap would want us to.