Serendipitous Girl

The day after finding out my Dad had passed, my best friend checked in on me, "How are you holding up?" My answer was simple, "I'm not." I told him, "I am blocked. I can't write." A few minutes later, I scrolled through my music library and found my muse—the words and music of David Gilmour and Rodger Waters. As the music of Shine on You Crazy Diamond began, the tears and words magically flowed like a fountain. Today, we celebrate and remember the man, the myth, the legend—my Dad, Bill Garrett. My Dad was an enigma. Quirky even. He marched to the beat of his own drum, living life on his own terms—even until the very end. I've met many stubborn individuals in my life, but I can unequivocally say he was the most headstrong, stubborn person I ever knew. It was a blessing and a curse all in one. We often laughed about nature vs nurture and our shared traits. He was proud to claim he generously shared that headstrong trait with me and his grandchild...

Today, I received a phone call that no amount of time could prepare me for. We often laughed about nature vs. nurture. He gave me a passion for music and concerts. "If you aren't in the first few rows, you might as well stay at home and listen to the radio." Dad, you gave me my stubbornness and your smile. I will miss our three-hour minimum phone calls, being able to talk about everything and nothing at all, your pearls of wisdom, your stories, and your sense of humor. Your laugh was the best. I love you, Dad. #ForeverYoung #MyDad