I was fortunate enough to have two parents. They dedicated their lives to my brother and myself. In their eyes, we could do no wrong. My brother and I knew this, so when my dad retired, my brother and I reversed the order and gave them both our undivided attention.
My mother was an artist, so we kept all of her art supplies up to date. My dad loved his CB radio, so we made sure he had everything he needed to “stay on the air”.
My parents grew up on country music and opera…......yuk. They did not care for rock and roll music, UNTIL, I decided to change their mind. I bought my first set of drums and practiced to rock and roll songs. I thought that if they heard the music enough, they would eventually give in and accept it.
Boy, did they ever! My mother died at age 93 and my dad died at age 80. But, on their way out, they were the coolest parents on the planet. They came to my bands concerts and all the radio stations in our house and cars, were switched to rock stations.
They are missed.