Tears of Joy

Yesterday was our community band concert.  It was amazing.  Everyone played like professionals. It was our best concert ever.  None of the people I invited showed up but screw them!

My mom came with me.  She enjoyed the concert very much.  Afterwards she said something that made me experience happiness that I’ve never known.  My father passed away in 1977 when I was nine.  He played the trumpet.  My mom told me that he would have been proud of me.  I was kind of in shock at first and it took a day before it really sunk in.

Something a boy wants more than anything is to make his father proud.  He never had the opportunity to proud of me so I can’t tell you how much it means to hear that. I’m crying as I type this right now.  Thank you Mom!

 

Advertisements