Blogging, lets give this a try!
By: Austin Anderson
Tags: Sad Story, Sadness, First Post, My Life Story, Family

Hello fellow readers, my name is Austin Anderson. I am interested in many things like Video/Photography, Art, and Music Production. The thing I love the most is making R&B Style tracks on my laptop. I’ve been mixing and creating music now for 4 years, and I could say that my technique has change alot. At first, I was really interested in Techno/EMD, but going back on those tracks now, they are not very good. I have actually pulled one of my videos mp3 on youtube to post it on soundcloud, so you hear a really good intro of a Dubstep song, but once that was over, you are great with my 15 year old self EMD dumpster trash track.

I loved my Grandmother, so I was pretty devastated when she died January of 2018, Great way to kick off the new year I guess. My Grandfather owns two acres of land, that he purchased so many years ago, and called this land “The Golden Knob”. My Aunt and Uncle,and Grandma and Grandpa lived on the two acres, that was in the middle of the country, and called it home. There was two trailers, one for my Aunt and Uncle, the other for my Grandparents. Anyways, on with my story. When I was 10 years old, in the middle of spring break of 2010. I was staying with my Aunt, because I liked to hangout with my cousins. At the time we were most likely playing GTA San Andreas on the PS2, My childhood was lit, and staid up most of the night. As I was dreaming later that night, I dreamed that I was in a dark room. There was a door of light, but not even light more like just white, because if it was light it would have filled the dark room. Then a silhouette of my father appeared in the door way. It was like he was going to tell me something, but then…

In the morning at around 7 A.M. my aunt woke me up from my slumber, and told me that my mother was here, but I need to go down to my grandparents to see her. It was daylight outside, but still cold from the moist of spring. My grandparents trailer was only maybe 100 feet from my aunts. I walked down the porch and onto the gravely sand drive way. I headed towards my grandparents trailer, then up their porch. Then I approached the door handle, I hesitated, recalling the dream I had last night. The black room, The white doorway, My father. I opened the door, my mother on the other side. She looked devastated, like something horrible just happened. “Austin, your dads dead” those words my Mother choked out would be stuck with me for the rest of my childhood. “His heart couldn’t take it anymore.” She tried say with a steady tone. My Grandma walks down the hallway to hug me.

I was devastated, I knew what death was. I played GTA and watch TV, but knowing someone you know, someone who loved, who raised, and who cared for you. Just taken away, never to be seen again. Not being taught how to shave when I turn 13, Not being taught lessons only a man could teach his son, Not ever being able to drink a beer with my father when I turn 21. That gut punch of not learning more about life from your father is just not a great feeling at all. Spring Break of 2010 was the worst of all.

Today I want to thrive. Today I want to spend life to the fullest. Today I want to make my father proud. If you want to help me with a passion of film making, music production, and video entertainment. Please visit my youtube channel, my soundcloud, and my personal website. Thanks for reading!