Three strings left. Three. Dad played it out in the cold near the fire all on his own. He was so bad that no one could stand to be around him playing that damned thing but now it sits in my dorm. Pops isnt long gone just- gone ya know? I couldn’t cry at his funeral I don’t know why. I miss him one hell of a lot but we argued too much and I guess I don’t miss him the right way.