He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?
He was always there cheering me on.
A neighborhood I'd known since birth
It all seemed fine
All of a sudden after years of being loved, I felt alone. Like I had lost him.
Things did not make sense, I spent years thinking about how he'd changed. This affected my performance at school greatly.
An empty, dark road is what I discovered he'd been making his way down
Learning the truth was hard
In situations like these you have two choices. To give up or act in a heroic fashion, pushing forward towards your goals even when stricken with grief
Moving on is hard and it's not something that comes without trying to do your absolute best.
A new beginning. A fragmented one at that
When life was simple, but it wouldn't stay that way. For he would encounter personal demons that would take him down a dark road.
One filled with friends and good times. It felt like the perfect place to live. I did not know these good times would soon end.
Something sinister was developing that had gone unnoticed by my young self. Something I look back on and regret not seeing.
He had become more distant and less agreeable. He seemed to get agitated now easier than ever. As if he was taken over by a parasite, infecting everyone around him.
That was until the day he passed. Alcoholism had taken him away from me. I never understood he had a problem throughout my young life. I started putting the pieces together.
This road has no end.
It was an existential crisis in which I was trying to find out who I really was and what really mattered to me. The answer to that would soon be found out.
In his death, I found myself. I just wish it didn't take such a thing to get me to start giving life my all.
Joining choir, music theory and ear training helped me truly discover my purpose. Along with producing my own music in my free time. All of which I plan on continuing with as long as possible. My first performance in choir showed me whatI could really do.
One has no choice but to move on or stay stagnant for the rest of your life. Thinking about the past and how it has shaped you is the only way into the future. As the sun rises, so will we.
life is easy when all you care about is sports!
He never got to hear his son's music...
I'll make sure to never take relationships for granted. Ill be the son and human I know he hoped I could be
What is this feeling? It's as if I feel nothing at all.
Two years after the news and soon after entering college.
Age:14
Age: 18
Age: 12
Age: 10
Who am I?