River: Dad... 20

[mdlbear]

It's been twenty years to the day since my father died. (And twenty years plus two weeks since my mother-in-law died; that was a devastating couple of weeks.)

Since it's FAWM, I probably ought to try to write a song. But there are two already: "The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of" and "Rainbow's Edge". Both have pretty extensive notes; I'm not going to duplicate them here.

I'm okay; it's been long enough that most of the sharp edges have worn off. (Although, I almost posted this with 10 instead of 20 -- maybe it hasn't been that long.)

The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of: [ogg] [mp3]

I still find myself wanting to call and tell him something, from time to time.

Comments

[spiffyvoxel]

Lovely song. :)

My dad has appeared in a few of my recent dreams. I think that is my brain spooling out all the stuff I went through last year when I was helping to care for him.

[alatefeline]

Of course you do. *hugs*

[filkferengi]

As long as you still feel that strongly, the connection is still strong.