Farewell, Davy Jones

I cried today when I saw he'd gone. I remember listening to The Monkees with dad in the morning when he'd play the oldies station before school, singing their songs with him. Their music always made me feel happy and safe, as if everything would be alright, just for a little while. I'm crying again writing this. I wish my father were here right now. Hearing this news makes me miss him that much more, but I know he's always with me.

Farewell, Davy Jones, thank you for helping to make music that shapes good memories of my father. That is a priceless gift that I'll always be grateful for. May you bless the other side with laughter and music. Peace and joy be with your spirit always.