One year ago today it was cold and rainy. I remember this because it was the day of the funeral. There were so many people there in spite of the bad weather. Cars were lined up on either side of the road at the church and cemetary. There were people from so many places that came to pay their respects. Some came from different areas of Georgia and some came from other states to pay tribute to Daddy.
Daddy was a volunteer fire fighter. The community fire department paid a beautiful tribute to him. The sound of the bagpipes were hauntingly beautiful.
There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about him. I miss him terribly, but grow more grateful daily, that I had the privilege of calling him Daddy.
This is the song that was in my head when Daddy went home. The song stayed for several days. It is a Glen Campbell song and for some reason it was in there in my memory. This morning it was there again, so thought that I would share it with you.
I hope that you find it to be as beautiful as I did. Daddy liked Glen Campbell's music, perhaps this is one of the reasons that it was on my mind that day.