Wishing you were somehow here again.
Last night I was talking to Mark in the kitchen, and I started talking about my Grandad quite randomly, when I suddenly stopped and said "Oh God, it's April, what date is it?" and Mark said "The 24th why?" and I realised that it was the night of the 25th that my Grandad died... 5 years ago.
I hadn't forgotten. Just the date had totally escaped me. I think about my Grandad all the time. I wonder if he'll be proud of me. I'm not so sure. I'd give anything to be able to see him again. Absolutely anything. He wasn't just my Grandad, he was like my Dad. It got me thinking the other night, that one day, in my life I have to face the fact that my Mam and Steve won't be here anymore, I know that's such a depressing thing to think about... but it made me realise, and my heart goes out to all those people who miss somebody, who've had to deal with that. Maybe it's a part of growing up that we all have to deal with. It never gets easier, the pain never fades... but neither do the memories. It's times like this that I realise how important memories are, and that they should be made at every opportunity, because that's how people remember you.
So here's to the memories.
You were once my one companion
you were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father,
then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live
give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye
I hadn't forgotten. Just the date had totally escaped me. I think about my Grandad all the time. I wonder if he'll be proud of me. I'm not so sure. I'd give anything to be able to see him again. Absolutely anything. He wasn't just my Grandad, he was like my Dad. It got me thinking the other night, that one day, in my life I have to face the fact that my Mam and Steve won't be here anymore, I know that's such a depressing thing to think about... but it made me realise, and my heart goes out to all those people who miss somebody, who've had to deal with that. Maybe it's a part of growing up that we all have to deal with. It never gets easier, the pain never fades... but neither do the memories. It's times like this that I realise how important memories are, and that they should be made at every opportunity, because that's how people remember you.
So here's to the memories.
You were once my one companion
you were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father,
then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live
give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye