You are the greatest gift my father ever passed on to me — a kaleidoscope through which to look at the world, one that bends not reality but the illusions around it. I am grateful for life itself: for the loneliness and the pain you kept from drowning in silence, and for the joys and triumphs you wrapped in a sense of eternity before they turned into memories. In every chapter of my life, I discover that your music and your words still have something new to teach me. With every step I take into adulthood, I find your traces showing me a way forward. My only wish is that someday I might hear “Wish You Were Here” once more, in her arms.
Long live Pink Floyd.
