March 8, 2009
Me and my Dad were never close
I learned the guitar so we would have something in common.
He cries everytime I play
Category: New Secrets
Tags: father, music
you cant be that shit on the guitar surely?
Don’t be mean.
thats devastating. im sorry
Dang maybe he/she means that its tears of happiness from here dad, huh?
I can relate. The only gift my dad ever bought me was a guitar. I gave it away in anger and deeply regret it.
aww this was beautiful. 🙂
i agree with Unknown
This is wonderful. I love you both, thank you for sharing.
I learned tennis so I could play with my dad and his friends, but I was too late.
Either tears of happiness, or sadness he didn’t try when you were younger. Either way, I’m happy for you and your dad. 🙂
My mom does the same about my sister singing. It’s beautiful 😀
It makes me feel wonderful when I read these posts and see people sticking up for one another. 🙂
My dad bought me a guitar so we could have something in common. He makes us play duets. I pretend I hate it. I love it.
My dad and I never had much in common until he started teaching me how to play guitar. For my 15th birthday, he gave me his Stratocaster and said he would teach me how to tune it later that week.
He died three days later.
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