**This a longer post, so I don't blame you if you don't read it.**
So I got to see DT again in Grand Prairie, TX last night. It was awesome, as expected. But if I was to be honest, man, The Spirit Carries On had me in tears. Like big, genuine tears. I haven't shared the story here on DTF I don't think, so I'll give a very brief synopsis. This past March, my dad past away. It was extremely sudden and unexpected, which has made dealing with everything that much more difficult. One of the things that my dad and I shared was a love for a variety of music. He turned me onto groups like Yes and Rush, and I turned him onto DT. He loved DT. I always felt it a bit odd. Here's my dad, a 55 year old college professor, they kind guy that wears sweater vests and dockers to work, loves DT. I can't count the amount of times I'd pull up next to him at a stop light and he see my, roll down the window, and he'd be blaring SDoIT (his favorite album). So awesome.
Anyway, when everything with my dad went down, I resorted to the music we both shared and loved. The Spirit Carries On naturally began a greater rotation on my playlists. It really began to mean quite a bit to me. And then, last night happened. They started to play it, and JLB started talking about what the song meant, about how it gives us hope for what happens to us after we're gone. It was everything I could do to hold it together during the song. But... the song builds, and with it so did my emotions. By the time the song hit right after JP's solo, I was done. It's kind of funny, I suppose. I couldn't sing anymore, and I could barely mouth along with the words, but I was screaming out from the inside. It was an incredible moment.
My dad couldn't make it to last DT concert in Dallas, so we were going to go to this one. I went ahead a bought him a ticket anyway, and I know he was there in spirit with me, and as cheesy as it sounds, I know his spirit does carry on.
Thanks to DT, and thanks to you guys for reading this.