I know my dad's passion in life is playing music. His other passion is his family. I think if he looks back on his life so far, he would smile and be proud and happy of how he's been living. Him and my mom are both amazing musicians and they have had great adventures traveling the country playing their music. I'm so glad they got to experience that. My dad's a natural band leader and he's definitely in his element while on stage performing. Years later, when the time came, he became 100% devoted to his family of three, then four, then five and finally six. Not only was he at every sporting event for each and every one of us through the years, and trust me there were a lot of them, but he was so passionate about our performance and ability that he would strive to make us better and better. He played catch in the backyard, coached our teams, ran clinics, did endless fundraising and always remained our biggest, truest fan. He even did a guitar accompaniment for me as I played my flute and sang my way to $2,000.00 in scholarships my senior year of high school. We all went out of state to college at some point in our lives. I can't even tell you how many mini-vans, trucks and trailers he loaded up and drove across country for each one of us. Then 10 months later, did it all again to bring us home for the summer. All of this...and still able to keep his love for playing music. We would hear him most nights sitting in his office, strumming the guitar and singing. When we were young, it was that comforting sound while we'd lay in bed at night that somehow made us feel safe and loved. Now, it's when we go over to our parent's house and he's playing guitar and singing away in his office. It's normal to us....it's my dad.
Our Christmas Eve's are always filled with my dad playing guitar and everyone requesting their favorite song by him, my mom and brother and even others might take a turn singing sometimes. It's a pretty magical night, Christmas Eve with our family...and I feel extra blessed every year.
I remember something that my brother said one time that I will never forget. My brother is the only boy with 3 sisters, and he's very much passionate about music also. Him and my dad are definitely not buddy buddy...it's just their personalities, but there's certain things within them that are so alike. I've learned that my brother knows a lot about music and a lot of my favorite musicians come from recommendations he's given me. I can't remember where we were, or how long ago it was, but one day we were all together somewhere and my dad was playing guitar and singing on a recording we were listening to. My brother said..."gosh...he has such a good voice." He's absolutely right.
My dad lives his passion almost everyday and it's become part of who he is. It never took away from one ounce of our upbringing or our lives....In fact, I believe it made my brother, sisters and I better and happier people....and I know it made us passionate.
I have been playing guitar for a few years now and though I'm not nearly as good as him, I can finally feel why he loves it so much. To be able to play music with your own hands and sing along with the chords....there's not another feeling quite as great as that...besides, of course, the love for family and friends. So, I truly get it dad...and I agree...all we need is music...music and love.
|My parents in the 70's.|
|Here they are again...Clayton and Sally of "Clayton, Sallee & Company"|
|My family around 19 years ago...|
|My dad :)|