Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Day The Music Died

Sometimes, a memory isn't enough.

I don't get to hear his voice. I don't get to feel his presence.

Then, there are rare moments when I feel him with me again.

For me, when I listen to "American Pie" by Don McLean, I get to feel my dad's presence again.

I hear him singing along. I see visions of his silly dancing. I see him tapping along on the steering wheel. I cry the whole time. but he's with me. And I'm so, so thankful for those moments.


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