Tonight I went to a friend's senior piano recital. It was the culminating event of his undergraduate studies and years of practice. As I walked home across campus, my thoughts turned to my own life and my own successes the past month. After a particularly nasty couple of months, things are finally looking good. The semester is over, I successfully managed to sell my dear old Jeep purchase a much newer car, and I landed a paid internship for next school year. I don't say these things to brag; I'm simply grateful that things are going alright for the first time in a while. I felt the need to thank God for these blessings.
Sometimes I just wish I could talk to my dad. Tell him all the things that are going on. He always had the best things to say. Occasionally, when I miss dad a lot, I ask God to hand dad the "telephone" or whatever He uses to listen to us. I think he really does - it's in these times that I feel the closest to dad, like he's there, walking next to me or sitting by my side. I feel as though if I turned my head, I could see him there, but of course I can't see him.
I told him that I was proud of myself and these grown-up things that have happend the last month. In the words of Simon and Garfunkel, "the vision that was planted in my brain still remains" - dad looking at me, tears in his eyes too (I admit to my own tears), and him saying that he was proud of his little girl. I could practically feel his arms around me. I know our loved ones that have passed on aren't far from us. The generations that have gone on before celebrate our successes, mourn our losses, and help us through our hard times. They're here among us, we just can't see them with our mortal eyes.
Sometimes I just wish I could talk to my dad. Tell him all the things that are going on. He always had the best things to say. Occasionally, when I miss dad a lot, I ask God to hand dad the "telephone" or whatever He uses to listen to us. I think he really does - it's in these times that I feel the closest to dad, like he's there, walking next to me or sitting by my side. I feel as though if I turned my head, I could see him there, but of course I can't see him.
I told him that I was proud of myself and these grown-up things that have happend the last month. In the words of Simon and Garfunkel, "the vision that was planted in my brain still remains" - dad looking at me, tears in his eyes too (I admit to my own tears), and him saying that he was proud of his little girl. I could practically feel his arms around me. I know our loved ones that have passed on aren't far from us. The generations that have gone on before celebrate our successes, mourn our losses, and help us through our hard times. They're here among us, we just can't see them with our mortal eyes.
I fall down, I get up
And I've always had to fight
Everything that was wrong
For the things that were right
And I've always had to fight
Everything that was wrong
For the things that were right
Now I finally found my way
Now I know just what to do
Once you said goodbye to me, yeah
Now I say goodbye to you
Now I know just what to do
Once you said goodbye to me, yeah
Now I say goodbye to you
-Fleetwood Mac, Say Goodbye
Except these goodbyes aren't permanent. It's merely the end of a phone call.
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