My dad (who is literally the best person I know) has been in the ICU for 6 days, and the only time I have felt anything like calm since he was admitted is when I’m listening to Jon’s music. It’s like he carved out a niche in space and filled it with sonic peace and goodness. I’m so grateful that he exists and that he has created and shared so much.
If you’re reading this and you feel like praying, my dad’s name is Greg. He plays the saxophone. He has two daughters and one granddaughter. He mows his neighbors’ lawns and helps them move. His favorite movie is The Godfather and his favorite book is The Street Lawyer. This September, he’ll be 66 years old. Thank you. I love you.