fenderdave

Well I haven't been on here in quite sometime now. I have had the worst six weeks of my life. First off, the reason I cut my hair was because my boss passed away. I just didn't want the looks I usually get at his funeral. He is a great man and will truely be missed.

Here comes the real shitty part. I was in Louisiana and was suppose to be playing a gig. I was having a great time going out and partying every night. I woke up in the hotel after a drunkin. crazy night, and look at my phone. There were a bunch of missed calls and some text messages saying "I'm so sorry. If there is anything I can do, let me know". I listened to the voice mails of people crying and telling me to call back. At this point I still didn't know what was going on. I called my dad and he said that my little sister was in a car accident and didn't make it. Apparently she was driving home after work and a girl was driving the wrong way on the service road. My sister never saw it coming because there was a big truck in front of her. It seemed like the longest flight home I had ever been on.

Sometimes I don't know if I can go on. I had questioned whether or not I should keep playing music before all of this happened. After the accident my phone started ringing of the wall with people wanting me to play. The strange thing is, none of them knew about my sisters accident. I took it as a sign that I have to play music. It's what my sis would have wanted.

Love you Becca. RIP





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