Tuesday, August 18, 2009

If I could dance with my father again

Every time I hear this song it makes my eyes leak. It reminds me of my father and how I lost him when I was 13. My father and I were close. If I asked him for a quarter he'd give me 50 cents. He needed to be a free soul and when mother asked him where he was going he'd say, "to wind the clocks at city hall". My father was a volunteer fireman who brought all the men home after fire practice. He'd cook onion rings or french fries, then he'd put music on and sit at his drums and play with the music. He was only 32 when he died and I remember going into his closet and smelling his clothes, wishing he was back again. So I dedicate this song to my father.




4 comments:

Xmichra said...

aww.. that is very sad, and a beautiful tribute.

Jean Maurie (angelsloveyou) said...

Thanks Xmichra, but my father is free and really I have gotten over losing him except for this song. He died in 1949. ^I^ hugs, Jean Maurie

Lorielle said...

This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing! :) I like the video, too!

Jean Maurie (angelsloveyou) said...

Thanks for the nice comment Lori :)