Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ~Oscar Wilde
I'm indulging in a small pity party, and you've been invited. I was missing my dad today... It's been seventeen years (February) since he died, and some days I miss him like it was yesterday.
Today was one of those days.
So, a little musical montage in rememberance...
The song he always sang to me. I used to blush and tell him to stop when I was little. Now, I'd give anything to hear it again.
The song that was released at the same time he was diagnosed with cancer... it's come to memorialize that phone call when he told me... the words... incurable... terminal... six months... and this song says all the things that are so important: don't wait until it's too late to say what should be said. Regrets are hard to live with.
And the song that always reminds me that we have to go on when we lose someone we love, and try to remember WHY we loved them.
Posts
On such a winter’s evening
3 days ago
5 comments:
I understand. My dad died when I was 29 so my children never knew him personally. And you were even younger than I was when you lost your dad. Hope tomorrow is a better day. Take care.
Sending you (((cyber-hugs)))
(((((HUGS)))))
Oh, Marianne, it's just hard some days, isn't it. Beautiful songs for your dad. I shared some tears with you as I heard them and remember my father lost to cancer, too. The pain just doesn't go away.
Huge, huge hugs.
Hugs, Marianne!
Post a Comment