I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
“Your father gave it to me when we talked about my son’s music lessons.
He said he was working on something that might help people.”
The page contained a draft proposal for weekend workshops at the studio.
Dad had outlined low-cost recording sessions and partnerships with local schools.
Near the bottom he’d written, Ask my son if he wants to teach.
No assumptions.