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This week’s song is in memory of my father. What I would do to have one more conversation, one more dance and one more laugh. I have peace knowing that I never let a day go by without telling my father that I loved him and I took the time on many occassions to thank him for being such a wonderful parent.
Take the time to tell the people you love that you love them. Don’t assume that tomorrow they will be there and you will have plenty of chances to let them know how you feel. Tomorrow is never guaranteed.

Happy Friday!
What songs are you listening to this week?

lyrics
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ’til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yea yea
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me

I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

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MY FATHER DIED ON 6-8-08 AT 2:15 IN THE MORNING. I AM HAVING A VERY DIFFICULT TIME DEALING WITH HIS DEATH. I LOVED THAT MAN SO MUCH AND WAS VERY PROUD TO SAY HE WAS MY FATHER. I WAS HUMBLED TO SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE HE TOUCHED THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE. ROUGHLY 1000 PEOPLE SHOWED UP AT HIS VIEWING. MY FATHER WAS GENUINE, FUNNY, DEPENDABLE, WISE AND SUPER INTELLIGENT. HE WOULD COMMENT ON MY BLOGS AND EVEN PARTICIPATED IN A THURSDAY THIRTEEN. I AM ALSO DEVASTATED THAT HE DIED WITHOUT SEEING MY FOURTH CHILD WHICH WILL BE HERE ANY DAY NOW.
HIS DEATH AS HARD AS IT WAS FOR MY FAMILY AND I WAS BEAUTIFUL AND ONE DAY I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT. TODAY, I AM POSTING THE POEM I WROTE FOR HIM AFTER HIS DEATH.

DADDY,

Who will I be without you and who will guide me through?

There is no one to replace my Kong, he was only you.

I tried to be unselfish and release your soul to fly

But what I really wanted was for you to never die.

I will hear your words of wisdom gently whispered in my ear

I will feel your warmth surround me and know that you are near.

I will pass on your stories to your grandchildren with pride

I will be at peace knowing you are forever at my side

I will cherish simplicity and never ask for much more

I will try to follow your footsteps so I can reach the same door.

I saw you enter paradise and the excitement you had

I was surprised at how happy I was and not really all that sad.

The six of us released you to the people you longed to see

In the end, I know you will be there to welcome us, your cherished family.

I love packing my children’s lunches. I take my time and put lots of love in preparing a sandwich. Lunches include a snack, such as the ever-popular fruit gushers and maybe even a pickle or two. Finally, I add a juice box and a letter from Mommy and send my kids on their way.
Recently I thought all was well and my kids were happy with their lunches. Until, the one day my son came home screaming. “My lunch bag and my book bag smells like pickles, don’t ever pack me a lunch again!” I assured him that I would Lysol both of the bags and he would no longer smell the pickles. The pickle-packing incident caused me many headaches.
Shortly after the incident, my son decided he never wanted me to pack him a lunch again. This was not okay with me because, I only allow my children to eat in the cafeteria twice a week (because of the sodium packed foods). The morning temper tantrums grew unbearable.
“I don’t want a sandwich, I hate your sandwiches and my lunch bag still smells like pickles.”
Once again, I reached for the Lysol to spray out the inside and assured him there was no dill smell lurking anywhere. By the time they left for school, I looked like a train wreck dangling over a cliff and I felt like it to. Tantrums play a toll on a mother. The son who once ate every morsel of food I packed was now leaving everything untouched until, we discovered his love of blueberry muffins.
One morning, while packing lunches I had an idea, instead of packing a sandwich that he would not eat, I would pack him one of the mammoth muffins instead. I asked him what he thought of having a muffin for lunch and was pleasantly surprised when he answered, “Yes, I would love that for my lunch.”
Yay, I was back in business, packing a lunch my son enjoyed. There would be no more pickle-smell discussions, no more wasted food and no more temper tantrums before school. I skipped through the day, ran some errands and came home to discover a missed call from my children’s school. I quickly called back, hoping nothing serious happened while I was out.
The secretary answered the phone and said slowly “Your son…” My heart was in my throat, I anticipated bad news.
“Yes,” I replied trying to hurry her along.
“He was packed a muffin for lunch.” I waited for more, but there was nothing.
“Yes, that’s correct, as well as a few other things,” I answered.
“We just wanted to make sure that was all he was getting for lunch.” My nervousness turned into annoyance. “Yes, that was plenty,” I assured.
We hung up the phone and I began to stew. How dare they question what I gave my son to eat, especially on the day I finally got him to eat something. I called back the school and informed them I was offended by the initial phone call and would like to know why I was being questioned. The secretary advised she would relay my message to the teacher who was questioning my choice.
Soon after, a phone call came and it was the teacher assuring me that she just wanted to make sure the muffin was his lunch and not a snack. She proceeded to ask why I did not just allow him to eat a hot dog in the cafeteria because certainly all kids love hot dogs. What happened the next day? My son refused to eat a packed lunch. He threw a temper tantrum and begged to eat the school lunch. So much for my great idea, if the teacher only knew.