Don on the YairiConverted

When I was young my mother asked if she bought me a guitar, would I play, or would it just collect dust... this is the outcome of that little seed she planted so long ago.

She had MS most of her life and could not move from the neck down, and I recorded this for her for Christmas one year and it brought tears of happiness and joy to her eyes, she was so happy and could not believe her son did this. She was a beautiful soul, so kindhearted and gentle

I miss you so much mom