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It’s weird to even write this here, right after my last post.

But still..
Through the years, this site kept me sane.
It’s something I know I have full control over.

Last night was quite an event in my immediate family that I will never forget.
I now know how to be a parent and how a parent’s heart break.

It will break. It cannot be avoided.
It will break into a million pieces
and I am not sure how to pick up all the pieces
and make sure it all fits back together.

Today I woke up, hoping it was just a dream.
Hoping there was a way to turn back time.
Still, with a heavy heart, I start my day.

Everyone says that all will be alright and things will get better.
But I cannot see it.
I really cannot see it.

Today I realized that I need to learn to have the people whom I love affect me more than the people I hate. #wp

— Ty Martell (@denofmusic) August 9, 2017

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Happy Birthday, Norma Jean my Angel. Remember this pic of us when we met? #marilynmonroe #tbt

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It’s her birthday.
She’s 91 today.
And I still love her.

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4 Non Blondes? Nope. 4 Non Sense? Yup! #tbt

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Today, my son asked why I haven’t played music in a long time. Now I can’t sleep since it actually bothered me more than I care to admit.

— Ty Martell (@denofmusic) August 8, 2016

I realized the last time I recorded music was two years ago.
This has been the longest time I refused to immerse myself in the only thing that kept me sane.

“Well.” I answered and paused.
“The last two years haven’t been very pleasant for me, Son.”

As memories of hatred, sorrow, heartache, betrayal and grief suddenly flooded my mind.

“You should go play again, Dad.” My son replied.
Then he added, “It’s weird not hearing your music around the house.”

“Maybe I will, Son.” I answered.
“Maybe I will.”