Tonight, My father and I joined in on a Bluegrass group in the Marietta Square. It was the closest thing that we've had to a relationship in a long time...
We used to go to Bluegrass Festivals and things like that when I was a little girl.
What I can remember from them, and it still appeals to me now, is that fact that with Bluegrass music...your ears just want to "soak up" every single note, every beat, and every word.
It is essentially so captivating...it truly is the root of all westernized music today.
Need more proof?
My father began to break...
Careful, Bluegrass can do that to you.
I believe it was the accomplice of something Great that was stirring in him tonight.
I love my father so much sometimes, it breaks my heart just to look at him.
His eyes just emit this sorrow...I hate that he feels regret over his life.
He did show fruits tonight though.
Hope!
I have faith that God will answer my prayers in His time. :-)
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