So, it’s the day after Christmas. I was still singing Christmas music. Sue me.
Today’s gift from Brielle was a bunch of honey sticks. Perfect for the mug she gave me, and all the tea both she and Derek got me. I mean, it’s like they know me or something! What is this! haha
Honestly, I played a lot of guitar today. And watched a lot of Doctor Who. And this is actually my first time on the computer all day.
I also watched one of my favorite movies, which is “500 Days of Summer”. It’s such a spectacular movie. Also, the soundtrack is superb.
If you don’t believe me, check this out:
Isn’t that amazing cinematography? I very much enjoy it. No sarcasm, either. It’s actually one of my favorite movies.
Okay. Daily Gratitude. Here we go…
This daily gratitude is very sentimental. I want to say thank you to a very special person, who’s generosity and kindheartedness still follows her today. I want to say “Thank you” to Ms. G, from my old High School. “G”, in this case, is short for Gruentzel, and this person is very important in my life. She, for the two years I spent at my old High School, was the music teacher. She taught the marching band, the jazz band, and the choirs, as well as a few drum line classes. I was fortunate enough to be in her Jazz Band. Honestly, that was my first time really knowing what it meant to be a guitarist, and the first time I got a faint idea of what it meant to be a Jazz musician. In her Jazz band, I was drilled in soloing, in the idea of using the scales well, following with rhythm, not losing the form, and most importantly, of “space”. In all music, just as important as what you “say” is of what you don’t say. It’s all about being purposeful with the use of notes, and the lack thereof as well. And I learned that because of her. She wanted me to be a leader in her ensemble, and I worked very hard to be. I worked very hard to be the best musician I could be. It meant a lot to me.
But just as important as that was, she was also one of the biggest supporters I had when I first got the opportunity to move into the program house I’m at now, and attend the High School I’m at now. It broke her heart to see me leaving, but she wanted the best for me, and so she helped me in any way she could. She was dedicated to me as a teacher, and a supporter. She pushed me to pursue greatness, both musically, and as a person. At the end of the year concert that year that became my last, she honored all of the seniors graduating that year, with a card, and a present. At that point, she and I weren’t completely sure that I was leaving, but she also honored me. She gave me a card, and then proceeded to do her best not to cry, as she compared me to a cub leaving the nest fairly early, but still just as ready and prepared. She said that it was because the opportunity was to great to pass up, and that although it caused her great pain, she was still proud of me. I cried some, too.
Heck, I’m crying some now. When I went back to visit her, back in like March, I believe, she was so incredibly happy to see me. She gave me the gift she had forgotten that night (although I had forgotten about a gift altogether, both that night, and up until that point). She gave me this colorful blanket, with neon colored guitars and basses printed all over it. She said that she had found it in one of the old drums the school had, and that it reminded her of me. She washed it, and had saved it all of that time. Honestly, I still have that blanket. It’s one of my favorite things. I use it a the program house every night, and I currently have it with me. It helped get me through Hell Week this year, as well. It’s one of the best things.
So, basically this entire blog post was a Daily Gratitude to Ms. G. Thank you Mrs. G. I hope to go back and visit soon. I miss you a lot, and I am grateful every day for your impact in my life, and for your sacrifice for me, even when it hurt you. You were agape even before I knew what agape was. Thank you.
And to every one else, peace!…