Doobie Bros

So, there's this famous singer who is my uncle's best friend.  I didn't meet my uncle for year's and I'd really like to know why.  I didn't meet him until my dad died.  After my dad died.  I couldn't figure it out.  The guy literally talked me through my dad's almost two years of hospice.  Krimeny.  When I met him I bought a very expensive bottle of wine...or I should say he bought since he got lunch that day after I picked him up at the train station in tears.  It just wasn't fair that he didn't make it in time to see that sparkle in my papa's eye.  Anyway.  It is joyful none the less. I have this really cool set of cousins I hadn't known about and one looks just like me AND was born only one day or so apart from me. That is amazing.  So this cool thing happened where yesterday I realized that I don't care if I am ever famous or if anyone hears me sing ever again.  All but one person.  My uncle's best friend. Here's a guy who has played all over the world for decades.  How often does someone say: hey man, let ME SING FOR YOU.  Like really sing. Like you all know I can. JUST for him. That's where I'm at.  Although, I just remembered my mother's most recent words to me when I told her what a darn hard time I am having with my dad's death as I broke into tears on the phone she said: "Sing. Sing for yourself."  And you know what? That's what I am going to do.  Myself and my uncle's best friend.  My name is Elizabeth Cable and I am a singer.  (12 steps to recovery)  It will be an Italian art song.