She's Dying To Dance With My Father Again

....'If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end'.....

Where has the time gone? It's been over a month since I've written - life has been keeping me very busy. A lot has happened and there are moments where i do think about writing but end up in a heap, snoring my head off. Tonight would normally be one of those nights, but then this song got into my head... and it won't get out. So here I am writing. Thanks Dad.  

....'I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again'...

I think Dad knows we worry about Mum. The grief I felt when he left for the heavens and the grief that hits me every now and again out of the blue is nothing compared to what she must go through. So yes, we worry. We fuss and we question. If anything, it's out of the deepest kind of love you can feel - of his love for her. It's what Dad has always taught us. 'Love your mother'. 

.....'I pray for her even more than me ... I pray for her even more than me'.....

So yes, I pray for her heart to be a little less broken every day. I pray for a happiness, a daughter can only hope for her. I pray that the unconditional love she taught us about will endure. I pray for her full stop.