In this episode, I open a door I’ve circled around for years. I’ve written about the loss of my father, the grief, the absence — but not often about who he really was, beyond the fact that he was my dad. Here, I try to bring him into the light a little more. I speak about memory, music, and the invisible threads that continue to tie us together. I reflect on how sound has been a bridge — how it holds what words cannot, how it continues a conversation even when someone is no longer here. This is a story about what remains, what’s passed down without explanation, and how music became the place where I remember him most clearly.

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