I love you Dad. I know you love me. I’m proud to be your son. I know you are proud of me. I’m sorry for the time we lost when I was younger. I’m glad the past years have been our best. Thank you for what you have given me. I hope I can honor you half and much as you have honored your dad.
Thank you for the stories. I hope I can be half the story teller you are.
Here’s my song for you. I’ll never forget singing it for you the first time. Our tears and smiles said it all.
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The Stories I Will Tell Of You
I walked into your room
Books and trinkets on the shelves
Just collecting dust
Trophies with some rust
We pull them one by one
They’re just ancient history
But you bring them all alive
I can see it in your eyes
And oh the stories they could tell it’s true
And oh the stories I could tell of you
I could brag about your brilliance as you talk with PhDs
Or solving jigsaw puzzles with grandkids on your knees
I’m not here because I’m lost or have nothing else to do
Perhaps I’m here to find new ways to tell my stories too
And oh the stories I could tell of you
Now I walk into my room
Your books and trinkets on my shelves
On display with pride
My kids are asking why
We all have history
Battles, victories, in between
Sometimes we walk in shame
Or look for those to blame
But God has changed my and it’s brand new
So these are the stories I will tell of you
I will talk about the songs you sang and all I learned from you
I’ll pass the pride you hold inside about your father too
Sure you’ve know ln your failures
I have known them too
But they won’t rob our stories as I cast this light on you
And oh the stories I will tell of you!
Since I cannot turn back time
I replay all these things in my mind
No matter where I go or soon become…I find myself saying.
I proud that you’re my dad and I’m your son
And oh stories I will tell of you