There are many things I have inherited from my dad, physically and conceptually. Rush is however one thing that transcends that barrier. Rush, the Canadian rock band has been a part of my life since, without exaggeration, my birth. I cannot remember a point in my life where this is not something that played in my house, over the stereo, in the car, whatever it may be. As I grew up I began to appreciate for myself this band, whether it be because of such exposure to it or out of genuine enjoyment, whichever one, I am not totally sure. One thing I do know for sure however, is that at this point, I love this band, I love the family connection it have and the memories tied to the band. I can put my headphones on and listen to any given record with ease, without pause, without skip. I love knowing that when my dad passes away, any song I put on will have its own memory associated with him. It is a reassuring feeling, comforting if you will. I really do love this band and what they mean to me. My dad is a good man.