The Kerbs Household

I haven't had the easiest of lives. My father choose to not be around. He felt I could never be what he wanted in a son. I lost my mom, Hollie, last year.I have always used music to cope with my roughest of days. Since mom passed, I haven't picked up my guitar since. I miss her singing in the background too much. She made up her own lyrics everytime, no song the same. She didn't know I noticed, but I certainly notice the absence of her lyrics.Will I ever pick up music again or can I find something new that brightens my worst of days?