It is hard to explain. I am a woman who was 17 at this time. Mosh pits were not hurtful. It was more about bouncing against one another and getting some energy out and laughing a lot. Girls did it too. If anyone showed anger and/or aggressiveness, the other people in the pit checked him and kept him out, just by creating a human fence around him. I never saw any fights in my many years going to clubs, and this technique quickly quieted down anyone that got out of hand. All these songs, and the songs and pits of the 90s- pure fun.

Wow- why did you have to say that? It was extremely rude, and something you would never say in person to someone’s face. Please grow a heart. Or at the very least- learn some manners. And of course they are disabilities. Educate yourself about this type of pain, and what it is like to walk a day in their shoes. Anyone who is still working (or not) who has these disabilities goes through pain 24 hours a day. Talk to some of those people you work with and ask them what they think the future holds for them.

And thank you for sharing this wonderful and heartfelt story. I was very close to my dad and he passed 14 years ago. My own experience is that I still miss him very much, but the painful ache of him not physically being with me has ebbed away as the years have gone by. It has been replaced with the lovely “brain vignettes” I have of the simple daily things he did as a dad that showed he loved me. And more come daily. Yesterday I pulled out starch, which I have not used in decades. When I smelled it, it took me back to when my mom would let me iron the front hankies he used to wear in his suit front pocket. I was so proud of them, and when he wore them. So I promise- that gaping hole you feel in your heart will continue to fill in with the warmth of his memories.

How did the rest of grandpa’s life go? Can you share any tidbits?

Happy cake day!