Letting go, especially when you’ve raised some seriously complex kids, is more emotionally confusing than I expected. Of course, parenting this crew is entirely more everything than I expected, so it’s ironic that this has caught me by surprise.
I literally cannot think of a single person who is not hurting, just trying to get through the days, wishing for something to look forward to, wanting life to ease up for a second. Instead we get daily trauma dumps and horrors done in our name.
Yes, hello. I am here to scream into the abyss.
Sorry ma’am, abyss is closed for maintenance.
Today’s Band Music Friday is courtesy of our composer friend Gustav Holst. You may know him as the composer of such bangers as The Planets, but true band geeks know him as “the orchestral composer who respected and loved writing for wind band and so he did.” My dude knew quality.
I have no clue how this is gonna shake out over time, but the roadtrip of life is a lot more fun with someone riding shotgun.
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