posted on Oct, 28 2010 @ 01:16 PM
My father had a stroke and was in a coma on life support. After the family was able to arrive from their various locatations, life support was
My father was a concert violinist and always gave me grief about my musical choices. I loved rock and roll and married a bass player and then a
drummer. He was dissapointed I didn't a marry into "better music." We used to have deep conversations about how music controls the masses and
reflects the soul.
Anyways, on the way the to the hospital, about a 7 minute drive for me, Don't Fear the Reaper was playing on the radio, I thought is was poignant and
it brought a tear to my eye. About 5 hours later, on my home, after his death, I got in my car and the radio played "Don't Fear the Reaper, again.
I took it as a sign that my Dad was saing, Hey, I guess that music isn't so bad? Neither is death.
Sorry for your loss, peace to your family.