A few weeks ago, I bought Luther Vandross’ latest CD. I bought it for two reasons: it is his last CD since he had that fatal stroke (some think it could be his last..hope not), and I loved its carrier track which is also the CD’s title…
The song: Dance with my father.
The song is about a son’s longing to steal time, or even a final glance of his father. It speaks of his memories of how loved he felt in the arms of his father.
Vandross’ perfect voice and the heartfelt lyrics make it so memorable.
But now, the song holds a special meaning for me especially the part that goes:
Sometimes I listen outside her door
I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
My father has passed away.
My mother’s faithful companion for almost 40 years left so abruptly. A gentle, quiet and patient guy, a perfect foil to my mother's highly strung character.
He passed on to all his children his passion for music. And he had a wonderful singing voice. My brothers fascination for war stories is all due his endless stories. I could go on and on and on....
I take comfort in knowing that he is safe in the arms of his Heavenly Father and that he got his wish......to go ahead of my mother.
Someday, Pa. I will see you again.
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This is one heartfelt and poignant entry. Isn't it comforting to know that life here on earth is not the end? You may not have your father with you now but you will always have his memories. And your song.
Ah yes, my song..i haven't listened to it again, actually...maybe much later.
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