found this bit of audio about jt earle.

[mopinko]

i shared this on my fb page, and in a fb group of women who have lost a child to suicide. i am, thankfully, not a member of that sisterhood of pain. but i have issues w my kids.

my comments-
my da was an alkie. it took me most of my life to understand and forgive him. to even remember how he was when i was small, and i was his sunshine.
i didnt know that much about jt. i knew he had lived in my hood, and fallen off the wagon here.
i heard the song he wrote- rogers park- and thought him as 1 of the whiney new players that i cant stand.
after he died, i met him through his dad's tribute album. then i dove into his whole catalogue, and yes, i will sing these songs, prolly as long as i have a voice.
his songs about parents and children are arrows to my heart. when i listen to his dad's album, i usually skip the last song- last words, written by his dad.
but if i ever patch shit up w my kids, i'll be able to listen to it again.
this is what happen when kids are treated like less than human.