My father was not a conceited man by all means but he sure loved to sing this song around the house.
When my father was alive, it wasn’t always a pleasant experience. There were certainly times that living with an alcoholic father that were a challenge. But now that he is gone, I remember mostly the good times. I remember being his little girl and hearing his laugh. He never met a stranger. He could talk to anyone. He had no fear. He never gave a thought to how other’s felt about him. He lived his life and did his thing.
I wonder what it would be like to have him still here. He never knew his children as adults. He never knew his grandchildren. I wonder what kind of grandfather he would have been. There are times that I dream about him still being here and being a part of our lives. I know that he loved us. I know that he would be proud of all of us.
There will always be a part of me that misses him and dreams of what could have been. My heart aches when I think about how his lifestyle took him away from us way too early.