Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found? The same old fears
Wish you were here
Every time I hear that song, I think about my dad, who we lost in 2005. I miss the crap out of him. Miss him terribly. I’d give anything to talk to my dad for 5 minutes and tell him how much he still means to me. Watch him play with Livvy and laugh with my wife, mom, and sisters. Play one more game of catch together. (That’s how I always knew it was really springtime.)
This post isn’t to garner attendance for a pity party. In fact, please don’t leave a comment.
I actually just want to tell you something, if you’re happening to read this.
TELL THE PEOPLE whom you love THAT YOU LOVE THEM.
Do it today.
Forget that, actually.
DO IT NOW.