I was too young to realize that your days were numbered, and that your deadline was short.
I should’ve realized that one day you and your infinite knowledge would leave us.
Some times I swear I can still hear you battering around in that room of yours, but every time I look, it’s just an open window or some thing of the like.
I miss your heart and how, no matter what, you wanted to help people despite your condition.
There are not enough words to say about you that can describe every thing you were.
You’ve given me so many memories that I will hold for the rest of my life.
I didn’t realize the moments I spent sitting beside you on that bench, watching your pale, shaking, hands gliding over and pressing the black and white keys with ease, would be some of the most fundamental moments of my life.
You sat and patiently tried to teach me. Had I known the value in your words I would’ve listened better.
I wonder almost every show if you would’ve been proud of the direction I’ve gone musically. But either way, where ever you are, I want you to know… No.. I need you to know that any ounce of musical interest my being holds, I owe to you. So if you’re looking down on me, smiling or not, I thank you from the very bottom of who I am for every single thing we did together.
Thank you Nani. I love you.