Devoted Godfather

Forging into another day, morning sun shining directly into my eyes, blinding me while sitting here at a table writing. Thinking about the coming hours, wondering what they'll bring and will be good or give more suffering, not want- ing to do anything really, just write. Unfortunately having to take care of life and keep going with inane difficulties that need to be straightened out, preferring to listen to music. Clarinet, violin, sax, guitar having a great time when playing them and other instruments I've had since child- hood. Given to me by my Uncle/Godfather John, the best in the world, always devoted to me, his only Godchild/Niece, feeding my love of music throughout my younger days. Remembering him through the years, cigar in his mouth, never lit, always smiling and laughing, driving his pick up around town with his dog, Buttons on the seat beside him, missing him intensely, he died of cancer when I was only 16.