Tonight I went to see my dad sing his songs, accompanied by a rockin bass player and incredible percussionist.    It was special to watch. 

In  between a song, he spoke about how sometimes, he feels that he is a better man in the words he writes, then he is in the flesh.    I've heard him say this before and my response was this:  The beauty of having a writer for a father is that where our relationship in real life fails (and all things considered - it's a pretty wonderful relationship for which I am grateful) ......I can have whatever conversations I need to have with him when I listen to his songs. .....we can sing together.. transcend our human experience .........and all is well.   For THIS I am VERY grateful.   

Towards the end of his final set...he asked if I wanted to sing a song with him that we sang together at my "fall formal".   I was soo not expecting it - but he asked, I put my guts on the table, and started walking towards the stage before I had even decided to accept his invitation.   I could kind of hear my voice.  It had a vibrato - but I'm sure it was just nerves.  It was a PROFOUNDLY sweet moment in my life.   A moment where reality and dreams coexisted - and it was better than both. 

Thanks Dad.  I'm a whole lotta grateful.