As a child my favorite person in the world was my great grandpa, Pappa. His passion for music has always inspired me to pursue my dreams even if I fail. Every weekend my family and several others would go down to my grandparents house and we would have one giant jam session in their living room. I remember I used to retreat to the kitchen to watch cartoons with all the other children but as I got older I appreciated the music a lot more. Soon, I learned enough guitar to be able to play with the pros. Although about a year after that my Pappa was put in a nursing home for having a stroke and died soon after. Just before he died, he told my aunt that he wanted me to have his favorite electric guitar because I didn’t have an electric at the time. At his funeral the beautiful red and orange gradient Washburn electric guitar was handed down to me. I marveled at its beauty for a long time, not daring to touch it. Then one day after a year since his death, I finally picked it up and began picking at it. Usually guitars go out of tune constantly, mostly when the weather changes just a tiny bit. However, that day, it was still in tune. I was surprised, so I asked my dad about it. He brought up the idea that maybe it was my old Pappa tuning in every once in a while. Ever since, I’ve felt as if the guitar brings me closer to him.