Over the weekend we attended a large function where there was a live band. It consisted of five people, three of whom are very dear to me: my ex-husband, Darryl, on guitar, my younger brother Robert on bass, and my stepson, Billy (who is the child of my heart), on drums.
It never ceases to amaze me how much of an influence music has been in the life of my family, over many generations.
This tie binds us and has sometimes cut us apart, but in the end it always brings us back together.
Family is so much thicker than blood. Gratitude is too.
We are a close unit, bound by love and children. Music is the common thread that runs through our lives–two horn players, one sax player, two drummers, three guitarists, three keyboardists–four working musicians and everyone else singing harmony–music is the core of our life, and a new generation is learning at their knees.
I loved this weekend.
The air held the peculiar quality of serenity that is unique to Black Lake-the lake of my childhood home. The crowd loved the music they played. Children ran wild and the food was fabulous–even the vegan found something delicious to enjoy!
Seeing these three men, none of them blood related to each other, but all of them family and close as brothers, made me once again realize how much I have to be grateful for. Each has faced and overcome demons that would have killed a lesser man, and they are stronger for it.
Happiness and love of life fill their music, and it is beautiful to me.
My blessings are many, and I count them every day.