Happy Birthday Dad!
Welcome to my blog Dad and happy birthday. I remember when you taught me how to ride a bike back in Connecticut when I was 5 years old. I thought it might be a good time to say thanks. So thanks for that. So, you might start gettiing a feel for where this is heading. It revolves around grattitude that you are my father. I want you to know that there is a special place for you in my heart. I especially want to thank you for the trip to Hawaii last July. There were so many moments for me to treasure. A ring of memory set with diamonds and sapphire stones. I learned that my relationships with my parents and siblings set the tone for how i relate to the world. Just like a pearl (rough or smooth) which drops into the cool blue lake of my life. The pearl is my heart sending 3 dimensional ripples with every beat. Something beautiful happened to my heart because of you. Every beat, the ripples sing a song. The pearl gets smoother. The music gets clearer. Every time we heal our heart heaven nirvana is that much nearer. So have a great day. I love you Dad.
posted by Dij at 1:14 PM
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When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too. Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wightif it's not to dear. We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
by John Lennon/Paul McCartney
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