For my grandfather

Jul 01, 2008 10:05

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After I found out he had passed, 9 years ago today, I listened to this song over and over again in the car on the way home to my parent's house. And every July 1, I let myself wallow in it until I can't stand it any more. I tend to listen to it for about an hour non-stop and just weep uncontrollably. And think about how my pap wasn't there to give me away at my wedding. Or how he missed the birth of my children, and how much he'd love them. I miss what a total smart ass he was.

Time to go wallow a bit more before I lock it all away for another July 1st.

july1, pap, memory, death, life, crowded house, don't dream it's over

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