40 = (15+25) = 40 [Again]
Close your eyes, have no fear.
The monster's gone, he's on the run, and your Daddy's here.
He was 40.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
I was 15.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer.
Every day, in every way, it's getting better and better.
It was my first "I remember where I was when I heard the news..."
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
It snowed the next day in Connecticut. My family went out to pick out our Christmas tree. I stayed home watching the Dakota vigil on TV.
Out on the ocean, sailing away.
I can hardly wait to see you come of late.
But I guess we'll both just have to be patient.
Listening to this song.
'Cause it's a long way to go; a hard row to hoe.
Yes, it's a long way to go, but in the meantime.
That he wrote to his child.
Before you cross the street, take my hand.
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
I didn't feel what it meant...
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Until I sang it to mine.
Darling, darling,
Darling,
Darling Sean.
Now I'm 40.
Goodnight Sean.
Watching the wheels go round.
See you in the morning.
Fade to black.
All those years ago...
Wryter
Let me take you down...
Friday is December 8th.
So this entry, which I posted last year, moves up to the front for one more sad, sad run.
And I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Reader Comments (1)
I remember where I was, too. I was at the kitchen table working on my high school physics homework. Wierd, huh, how we remember the details like this?
Thanks for the great post!!