As I listen to my son and his playing of the "pipes", almost brings a tear to ones eyes. . . wishing if my dad had lived long enough to see the fine young man this child of mine has become If there is a heaven that so many believe in, may dad see and hear the wonderful music my son has learned to play, besides the beautiful pieces he has accomplished on the piano, such beautiful classic pieces.
Maybe to many tonite I am not making any sense, but I wish dad could hear his grandson do "Mist On The Mountain", a stirring piece on the "pipes" and several other ones that tug at my heartstrings If there is a God, please let him share these things with my dad
This fine young man, my one and only child, the child my dad had been proud of for some time, daddy, I hope you can hear this music my child, my fine young man plays from his heart for you.
Daddy, I hope you are out there, and can hear the music your grandson plays. . . we send it out to you
Me? I manage to survive, though I miss you I keep your words in my heart and soul, giving me strength to carry on . . .
Till we meet again, listen, listen . . . to "your boy's" music, let it dance in our hearts and soul.
Wait for us "up there" and I guarantee another great dinner and good wine. . . we'll be together once more.

Love to you daddy,
hope to be with you again . . .

Sorry gang, didn't mean to bum you out, the music, the "pipe" cds made me feel that life continues. . . it has to, we are the same blood and that forever flows through us. . . forever

Love y'all,
DE

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SOLON