My last blog post was about being nervous about playing a show in my home town.
Playing a show in my hometown was amazing. It was the best. It was a big group hug and I'll never forget it.
I got on a plane early last Thursday morning. When I landed I got a message from my dad saying he had suffered a heart attack the night before. Katerina picked me up from the airport and we went straight to the hospital. Needless to say, the trip I had was different than the trip I had anticipated, but even in hard times, the sun shines through the clouds.
I spent lots of time with my mom and dad, my brother and my sister in law and their kiddos. I saw lots of old friends who've known me since I was a kid and, in the end, I did play the show at the party that my dad had organized, but he wasn't there.
He was at home resting after being released from the hospital earlier that day. My mom, my brother and I were there to welcome everyone and receive all the kindness that was being showered on our family during a tough few days.
In the mean time Mom and I went to yoga, we went shopping at the mall. Billy, Emily and the kids came over for dinner and we sang songs together and laughed and talked and ate hummingbird cake that Emily made to celebrate my dad's birthday. It was Soooooo gooood.
Jane and I had a long lunch in Laguna on Wednesday before I left and it was so great to catch up. She's the best. It is such a blessing to have a friend where you just pick up where you left off the last time you saw each other and it's all good.
Now I'm home. Now it's time to work. The thought of going back out on Tuesday hurts my heart, but I'll be home again soon enough. What did I learn again for the first time? Music is a language that can cut through when it can be hard to come up with the right thing to say. Family is priceless. Love is abounding. Now, go do your thing. I'm cheering for you.