Happy 35th

Today is my 35th birthday; it’s a bittersweet day for me because my father was laid to rest on this day back in 1987. I was unaware of this fact until just a few years ago as my mother felt it best not to tell me. I agree with her decision because of how heavy my heart weighs every year around this time. I feel guilty for celebrating my birthday when I know he’s 6ft under.

Last night I was given words of encouragement from my mentor. He reminded me of where I come from, that my father is shining down on me and would not be happy to know I’m feeling blue. My father was the life of the party. He was a well-known DJ in the UK back in the late 70’s early 80’s. My mother was also a pirate dj for a radio station in Birmingham, UK. So it’s no surprise where my love of music comes from. Music is my heart and soul. I don’t profess to know everything there is about music. I’m eager to learn, and blessed to have people in my life who are willing to teach me. Never in a million years did I imagine I would become friends with “BIG” people in the music industry. People who show me respect and acknowledge my appreciation for the music. I enjoy expressing my opinion about the music via blogging in a polite and respectful way. I don’t know where this blogging thing is taking me, but so far I am enjoying the ride. I give thanks to the people who have inspired, supported and encouraged me through this journey.

Rest in Power Pops, I will no longer mourn your absence. The tears I shed will be joyful. I will celebrate your life through our mutual love of music. I hope I make you proud.