My almost 21 year old brother recently posted this photo on Facebook: he’s now in possession of our father’s blond Gibson Hummingbird guitar.
And I’m a bit jealous.
Though I don’t remotely play guitar (too frustrating to learn and I like having nails), and he does play very well. So it makes sense that he’d eventually obtain it.
When I was little, Dad was so careful with this guitar. It was the only one he had, and he was proud of it and protected it. We weren’t allowed to touch it. Dad has newer ones now that he uses more regularly.
There are just a lot of memories wrapped up in this one thing. I know Kevin has memories of his own, and I know he’s responsible. I just can’t believe Dad let it go outside the house.