My thoughts are with and of your drummer….
He says he’d like to play after that (the “after that” meaning post mortem?)
But, you think it’s going to be a while… It sounds as if you are assuming his feelings. He may really NEED music and to keep playing it after dad passes. I would really have a heart- to- heart with him to truly understand what will help him to deal the death of a parent.
It took me decades to deal with my mother’s passing. I was a teenager in boot camp when she died. I came home, in uniform, for this ritual called a funeral. I stood there with many aunts and uncles, some of whom along with my father, were WWII veterans. I felt them looking at me in my Dress Greens standing tall and proud when I should have been in my civies and commiserating with my family. Do you think I would let myself shed a tear with battle hardened veterans looking up to me?
After the leave, I was thrown back into my tour having never wept nor dealt with it … UNTIL I was able to let it creep back into my psyche years and decades later after I was discharged.
Where am I going with this… your drummer may NEED to play music to allow him time to go through the grieving process. You may want to encourage him to keep playing, even if not with you or your current band however faltering it may be. If he stops playing, even for a short time, it could be a disruption of his “norm.” That norm being playing music and the normal time process of grieving… grieving with his blood family and his band family.
I am not a drummer, but playing the skins could be a way for him to channel his thoughts of his father by expressing the anger (stronger beats?), the love and tenderness (softer sticks?)… channeling his emotions during this time might even make him a better drummer.
I channeled my anger of my mother’s death in the worst possible wrong ways by turning me into a more hardened Marine (and person) with no feelings for myself or any other person. It took me decades to come down from that “level” to realize I am not that angry person that I once was. Thank God I never saw battle… I would be either dead or highly decorated had I survived.
I guess the moral of the story is … go through death in a productive or constructive way: music, art, athletics or even one’s job or work. The worst way to deal with death is being a position whose job requirements are to kill and break things because that anger get multiplied several times over.
(thank you for letting me express myself… hopefully for the better with respect to your drummer… and for me because every time I express myself it turns me a little more into the human that I should have been had I not signed on the dotted line when I was 19.)