I went to church last night. We sang an old hymn. I could see dad singing the song. Not a religious experience... just a real closeness to dad.
I have the song "this land is your land" on my ipod. I always tell dad I love him when it comes on.
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Make me cry --- I see Dad all the time. I look for him all the time. I miss him, all the time.
ReplyDeleteJim and I lit a candle for Dad in Florence in one of the cathedrals (Duomo) and then Jim let another one for him at St. Paul's (Vatican). You know where I stand on religion but somehow I felt that Dad's would know and see how much we love him.
ReplyDeleteI know where you stand but there is a candle burning inside of you too. When you soften your heart it will burn bright.
ReplyDelete(That was pretty good for spur of the moment)
I can't stop thinking about dad. Everything reminds me of him. Will I ever be over this? So many songs and faces and actions. Lots of the things we did won't be carried on--like the uke and singing as a family. i can't stand it.
ReplyDeleteI never see or hear Dad. I think about him constantly, but I think I'm still haunted by the disease and his broken body. I swear if the Jensens and Lynches reminisce too much tonight, I will lay face down on the floor and kick my feet.
ReplyDeleteAnn