She's got a lovely voice, @Blooie .
I think so too. She gets a little "Joplin" from time to time, but she seemed to be able to project what it's like to live with a serious mental illness. Some of the happiest times I've known with her were when it was just the two of us, our guitars, and an old cassette tape recorder. I wish I had those tapes today, but she was the one who recorded them so she has them, and I doubt she'd ever copy them for me. In fact, in the message that came with the link she thanked me for teaching her to play. For a couple of years we played and sang together at some of the clubs around town. That was fun, especially knowing that it was some level we could actually communicate on. Shoot, she took what I taught her and then went beyond what I ever could have imagined for her. I miss my daughter, but I don't miss the stress. Sounds terrible, but that's the fact of it all.
Thank you for this![]()
I hope it helps. I've got you and Deb on my mind heavily today.