The sun's still warm and most days are good
The world still turns like you said it would
But this pain seems to never let me go
And there is really no movin' on
There's only going along

And I will always be
Better for you loving me
Better for the times we shared
That travel with me everywhere
And I will always try
To hold my head up to the sky
If only just to let you know
That straight from my heart
I still miss you so

If I could I would gladly trade
A thousand tomorrows for one yesterday
There are so many things that I would say
You're a part of every memory
That lives on in me

And I will always be
Better for you loving me
Better for the times we shared
That travel with me everywhere
And I will always try
To hold my head up to the sky
If only just to let you know
That straight from my heart
I still miss you so

And I will always be
Better for you loving me
Better for the times we shared
That travel with me everywhere
And I will always try
To hold my head up to the sky
If only just to let you know
That straight from my heart
I still miss you so

That straight from my heart
I still miss you so

Richard Marx wrote this song as a response to losing his father. I had to listen to it tonight.

After getting home from school, showering, and having dinner, I checked the mail. In it was a video of a Chatty Cathy retreat my parents went to two years ago. Earlier, my father was crying and wanted to hear my mother's voice. After I found the video in the mailbox, I went to the shed, where my father was, and we watched the video for my mother until he could take it no more.

I miss her. We all do. My father's having a bad night over it. It started before the video. Graysie's been running outside the past couple of days. My dad believes it's because she wants my mother. I believe it, too. Since my mother's death, Graysie hasn't been the same. She knew my dinner tonight was a piece of KFC chicken. My mother would give her bites when we had KFC for dinner. She didn't snap it up when I gave her a piece tonight. I guess it just doesn't taste the same from my fingers.

[♪ Listening to: "The Hardest Thing" - 98°]

Posted by Shawn at August 30, 2006 10:00 PM in Flickr Photos.