My father taught me grief first. It was easy for him to do because he also taught me love. I grew up in a house full of music with a larger than life musician for my dad. He used to say he’s “too hip for the room.” He knew how to make me laugh the hardest, always made me smile the biggest. I think he was too hip. Probably so. I know he was too mean, too drunk, too angry, too much for me when I was small. I know growing up didn’t help.