It’s been one year since my father died of Leukemia. He taught me the drums. His love of music sparked mine.

He was my audience. Everything I have written or recorded, I have done with him in mind. He was the one who truly cared about my artistic endeavours, and would share my tales with his friends (embellishing a little, of course). When he left, I realised I had lost the person that was always excited to hear my work.

My daughter never met you, dad. But I will tell her stories, embellishing a little, of course, and make a legend out of you.

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