Don't know what I'm doing...Why days go by so slowly?
I think I'm to much over sharing.

Have I ever said that my father was by far my idol when I was growing up. That I admired him so much that I grew trying to be just like him?

This is what my day was about, thinking about everything about me that came from him and from his example. About how I was (don't know if I still am) his favorite child. And remember some particular moments like the one he made me go with him to the house highest floor, turned off the lights, turn on the stereo with on of his old favorite songs, and the two of us sitted on floor listening to Cockney Rebel songs (I think it was it, not sure). And he told me to be in silence and close my eyes, because this was the best way to apreciate song. Looking back in time I think this is was a sweet moment.

I remember this today because I can see many of my father's influence on my taste about music in particularly, and the many of the songs I like the most, or the bands, I knew them through his playlist.