45 Stories – 25. Permanent Goodbyes

When I was about 11 years old, my grandfather passed away. At his funeral, they played a piece of music that was considered one of his favorites; although I don’t remember what it was, I’ll never forget how it made me feel. I broke down and cried, but I could tell that it wasn’t just sadness, it was a collection of emotions. Something about that moment—inside the feeling—crafted the way I write a lot of music.

 

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