About three years ago my grandfather, the one Papa most reflects, passed away. He lived in Louisiana and I lived in Tennessee. I got a call the evening before saying the time had come and that he would probably not make it through the night. I sat in my study and played Now Comes the Night over and over again and I wondered why he was there I was here and if he knew I wanted to be by his side, if he knew I abhorred not being by his bedside in those final hours. Zeke has honored my own Papa and in his honor I dedicate this chapter.
Knowing you, he must have known this of you too. Very moving is the combination of this image, the song as it plays in the background to the love in your words. Beautiful dedication.
Soundtrack for this chapter: Rob Thomas' Now Comes the Night
ReplyDeleteAbout three years ago my grandfather, the one Papa most reflects, passed away. He lived in Louisiana and I lived in Tennessee. I got a call the evening before saying the time had come and that he would probably not make it through the night. I sat in my study and played Now Comes the Night over and over again and I wondered why he was there I was here and if he knew I wanted to be by his side, if he knew I abhorred not being by his bedside in those final hours. Zeke has honored my own Papa and in his honor I dedicate this chapter.
ReplyDeleteWonderful dedication Tree.
ReplyDeleteI will google that track and try to listen to it.
It's amazing how significant music is at such times - Life's a Gas - was playing when I heard my own mother had died.
Knowing you, he must have known this of you too. Very moving is the combination of this image, the song as it plays in the background to the love in your words. Beautiful dedication.
ReplyDeleteYes, a breathtaking dedication...
ReplyDelete...and I am quite sure that he knew.
Thank you Strumpet.
ReplyDeleteGREAT STUFF...........THANX
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Rex. Thanks for stopping by. :-)
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