Monday, December 22, 2008

And The Angels Cried

I lost my daddy four years ago today. I was there when he took his last breath, It was Christmas Eve as I watched hem as they lowered him in the ground, Christmas will never be the same for our family, but my daddy always loved it. More than mom we learned these last years since he has been gone. He also loved God and he loved Country Music. Alan Jackson was his favorite singer. He never got to see him, and there has never been a moment when I hear Alan sing that I have not thought of my dad..

This one is for you daddy..I miss you...I know this song is not about death, but about birth and joy and hope for our world, but on the day we lost you The angels are not the only ones who cried



Blogger Lady of the Mote said...

prayers for you and your family on this sad day.

December 22, 2008 at 7:47 AM  
Blogger Yarrow said...

Patty, thanks for stopping by my blog. I hope you'll visit often. I enjoyed browsing here. Blessings.

December 22, 2008 at 11:11 AM  
Anonymous Mama Kelly said...

I am so sorry for the loss of your dad. I lost my mother 11 years ago and know that it never really goes away.

Be blessed this holiday season!

December 22, 2008 at 5:20 PM  
Blogger Linda said...

I believe that my mom's mom died on this same day though I was only three months old at the time. As much as the rest of the family wanted to cancel Christmas because of their loss my mom told me that her father insisted that Christmas go on because that's how my grandmother would have wanted it.

I'm sure that your father joins you every year and he knows just how much you still love and miss him.

Blessings to you and yours during this difficult and yet joyous time.

December 22, 2008 at 5:40 PM  
Blogger Carrie said...

I feel guilty sometimes when I read posts like this. I don't spend nearly enough time with my mom and she is next door. And my dad I only see twice a year and talk on the phone less than a 1/2 dozen times. Thanks for reminding me.


December 22, 2008 at 7:54 PM  
Blogger Julie said...

I lost my 25-year-old brother on Dec. 21, 1978. We had to rush to bury him on the 23rd because they wouldn't let us use the church on Christmas Eve Day. It surely was not Christmas that year.

December 26, 2008 at 1:06 PM  
Blogger dot said...

A nice tribute to your Dad. He knew how to pick good music! That is my favorite Christmas song of all time.

January 1, 2009 at 7:56 PM  

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