Send a little love my way...
It's 8:41 pm, the night is cool and windy. Mom and I just came home from shopping and I just got a haircut. I open up my laptop and this is the first noise my laptop makes after waking up:
This song, however does not remind me of some lost love or a girl who've gone away; rather it reminds me of my father, who passed away on the 28th of February this year. You see, he used to play those songs all the time at around exactly these times and dance with my mom
You see, my dad loved to grab my mom, who usually at this time is not in a happy mood and dance with her, and bring out her smile. He was one of the few people who made my mom genuinely happy. When my dad was alive, we'd all dance around with mom and dad before getting tuckered out and sleep.
By then the song had ended and a new one had started. My dad, being old then, and a bit diabetic, tended to sit down in his lazy chair and fall asleep, and since we didn't know how to operate his CD players, left us at the mercy of his old tunes. We grew up listening to his favorite songs. Eventually, I, too started loving his songs. I slowly gathered up his CD's and his most played songs and well, I played them every time I felt like I missed him.
When my laptop played Stephen Bishop's Send a little love my way -- It felt as if dad gave a little love our way. My fat, semi-lazy, winded, loving father, who loved his wife had extra room for his three little boys. How blessed and lucky I am, that my dad had time to spend for his kids, and to our mom.
Dad, don't ever stop sending a little love our way. We love you.
Till we meet again.
Yup, the night breeze sending out a melancholic wave when the song opened up to it's most iconic tune:
"Oh, promise me you will Send a little love my way"
This song, however does not remind me of some lost love or a girl who've gone away; rather it reminds me of my father, who passed away on the 28th of February this year. You see, he used to play those songs all the time at around exactly these times and dance with my mom
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| My mom and my late father, when they were young. |
You see, my dad loved to grab my mom, who usually at this time is not in a happy mood and dance with her, and bring out her smile. He was one of the few people who made my mom genuinely happy. When my dad was alive, we'd all dance around with mom and dad before getting tuckered out and sleep.
By then the song had ended and a new one had started. My dad, being old then, and a bit diabetic, tended to sit down in his lazy chair and fall asleep, and since we didn't know how to operate his CD players, left us at the mercy of his old tunes. We grew up listening to his favorite songs. Eventually, I, too started loving his songs. I slowly gathered up his CD's and his most played songs and well, I played them every time I felt like I missed him.
When my laptop played Stephen Bishop's Send a little love my way -- It felt as if dad gave a little love our way. My fat, semi-lazy, winded, loving father, who loved his wife had extra room for his three little boys. How blessed and lucky I am, that my dad had time to spend for his kids, and to our mom.
Dad, don't ever stop sending a little love our way. We love you.
Till we meet again.
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| The handsome author (in Black) and his jolly father. |
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