My Father past away five years ago today from Cancer. He was a Canadian Musician, and played classical and Jazz right up to his dying day. The retirement home loved to hear him playing his Electric keyboard and often the nurses would pull the plug of his earphones when he was trying to keep it down late at night so they could hear him. Anyone that got to know him, in the small town of Markdale grew to love him and respect his love for my Mother and Music. One Doctor came to see him the night he died, he took Jazz lessons from my father, was not his doctor and said “the world will sadly miss the music of this man”.
My Dad, and my brother Marcus, though mine through odoption, added much joy to my life through music. I often as a child listened to them each ‘jamming’ in the basement and garage with their seperate groups. He will never be forgotten in my heart.
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