My sifu/Wing Chun teacher, Bob Angell, left us this last evening, he'd been dealing with chemo for about two and a half years. It's hard to lose people, I don't like it at all, especially when they're your teacher, brother, mentor, and friend.
He was a blues guitarist, a damn good one. He was there when Plan 9 got inducted into the RI Music Hall of Fame about 6 years ago, saw our set. He had a good word for my playing, that was cool. I recently bought his last record (Brand New Blues), which was being considered for a Grammy nomination. That was pretty cool too.
Anyway, it's hard to have to miss people, it's sad and lousy. But you keep the good stuff, that's what their life contributed to yours. That's life...
We are all walking into the light.
I'm going to jam with Reverie's drummer tomorrow, it's been planned for a few days. I was going to bag it now, but I think Bob would say, with resolute emphasis, that I should go play. He'd be right, life needs music, and I've always been a believer.
Life is good.