My dad was one of the best bassists, musician in general even, this world ever saw. Simon and Garfunkel were two of his favourite musicians and he named me after this song.

This time last year I was given some pretty horrific news and the next couple of weeks leading up to Christmas eve were pretty horrific, too. I don’t know why, and I never understood why other people did it, but all these grim little anniversaries are so important, at least in the first year of losing someone you love.

It’s almost as if you’re frightened your loved ones memory will go to the bottom of the pile if you don’t keep all of these dates in the forefront of your mind.

I think it’s worse 365 days later than it was when I experienced it - genuinely.

Buttttt, luckily, my father had a fucking awesome music taste and thats what I’ll be listening to for a while. :)