Mourning.

I'm not doing to well. Everything reminds me of John. There isn't a day that goes by that I haven't wept at some point.

As unfortunate as it is, I've never been able to write music very well. I learned by reading music, my whole life. It's great and all, but it tends to close to gaps of creativity. For the first time today, I sat down at the piano with no music and just played. And played. And played. And played. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and never before has music sounded so rich to me. I don't know if you've ever felt it, but sometimes I can feel God just wash over me and it leaves me in awe. It's when goosebumps rush over me from my heart to the very tips of my fingers and tips of my toes. There is nothing like it.

After 30 minutes of straight impromptu playing in the key of A, I just lost all composure... and wept again. thoroughly.