text: and no dust. Its sitting on the guitar stand I asked my mom for on my birthday. Ever since my Grandpa passed away and my grandma the guitar is the last true thing I have to remember them by. I look at it everyday when I get out of bed just sitting on the guitar stand like its a dog in a dog bed. Overtime I look at it I see my grandma and grandpa. Every time he called he would ask if I learned any new songs and I told him I was writing a song that he never got to hear. It just amazing on how opinions can help you solve many things.