Meet my dad, folks. His name is Hoss and he’s an extremely talented musician. https://bit.ly/3qNGxZv (song he wrote about my Mom in the 80s.)

Hossy taught himself to play guitar at 12 years old and even though he doesn’t always think it himself, me and all of my friends, and all of HIS friends, have always been in awe of his talent. Old boyfriends have been blown away (unfortunately not literally.)

He jumps from classic rock, to jazz, then he’ll throw some blues or folk music in there. He really is brilliant. He plays basically everything but the drums. And when I was a baby I’d sleep right through his loud practicing.

He and my mom separated when I was just a baby but she never tried to keep me from him. They just had their differences. He dad remarried when I was like 9 but I’d known her since 6 and she was the absolute best. She never treated me like a step kid, I was just hers even after my sister was born. Unfortunately she passed away in a tragic car accident in 2012 when my sister, Hannah, was just 16. It definitely made a major impact on the lives of many people. She was special.

Hossy is still playing and probably will until his fingers are to weak to press down the strings. That’s just what he was made to do. And I’ll listen for as long as I can.