Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

A celebration of life.

A celebration.

No sorrow; 

no sadness.

No tears today.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Justin Moore: Till My Last Day

People say I'm just a rough boy
I ain't no good for you girl
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a man can change
I'm livin' proof of that

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you

Baby I might meet all my friends
Shoot the bull, have a beer or two
But you know I'll be the first one to leave
In a hurry to get to you
Somewhere deep inside your angel eyes
I found a place to rest,
Don't ever doubt that I'll be around,
And baby don't you ever forget

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Darlin' yes I will

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Oh babe, til my last day

Dear Beverly

On this special day I just wanted to say that you are in my heart and on my mind.

            Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

40 years ago this night ... it was a special night.
Each one that followed I counted and remembered.

When we talked about it you said that you remembered them too.

Time after time we remembered back to this night so long ago.

Have a tune for you today ... pretty much says it all.   Enjoy.

Link: Cindi Lauper: Time After Time

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion--
Is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after--

Sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows--you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time--

If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after time

You said go slow--
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds--

If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after time

Time after time...
Time after time...
Time after time...
Time after time...

Dear Beverly

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Just stopped by to tell you that it is a beautiful morning.

        You remembered me.

Always.

Last night I was talking with a lady

She said that mornings for her are the hardest

She showed the signs of age

Lines in her face … wisdom.

The mornings are when I remember him most.

It has been a year, but I still miss him everyday.

That’s what she said to me. 

I nodded in agreement.

Have a tune for you today

A fun one about a beautiful mornin’ … enjoy

The Rascals: It's a Beautiful Morning

It's a beautiful mornin', ah
I think I'll go outside a while
And just smile
Just take in some clean fresh air, boy!
Ain't no sense in stayin' inside
If the weather's fine, and you got the time
It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day
Either way

It's a beautiful mornin', ah
Each bird keeps singin' his own song
So long!
I've got to be on my way now
Ain't no fun just hangin' around
I've got to cover ground; you couldn't keep me down
It just ain't no good if the sun shines
When you're still inside
Shouldn't hide, still inside, shouldn't hide
Ah, oh! (Shouldn't hide) Ah, ah, oh

(Doo, doo-wa) (Doo, doo-wa)

There will be children with robins and flowers
Sunshine caresses each new waking hour
Seems to me that the people keep seeing
More and more each day; gotta say, lead the way
It's okay, Wednesday, Thursday, it's okay
(Ah) Monday, Wednesday, Friday, weekday, ah, ah, oh

(Doo, doo-wa)

Ah, ah, oh, oh (do, doo-wa)
Woo, ooo, ooo, oh, oh, oh, ah, woo, doo-wa
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Dear Beverly

How are you today?

            Hi!   You remembered me.

Always.

No tune today, wrote you something instead.

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He called you Sam. 

How odd a nickname for such a pretty girl.

“Hey Sam, go out and play.”

“Sam, clean that room.”

“Please,” he didn’t have to say.

Reluctant for the chore, but you adored the man.

So off you’d go for the one who called you Sam.

“Sam, such a lovely smile you have today.”

It would grow brighter with his voice.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you, Sam.”

That’s all he had to say.

And then the cancer came.

Gone and you just a child of twelve.

It could never be the same.

No one to call you Sam.

No sound of “Sam” to bring a smile.

No “Sam, clean that room” today … or any other day.

One day there.  One day gone.

Lay bare the heart ... and cry you did.

Such a heavy load to bear.

No one to keep the boys at bay.

No one to teach you this or that.

No one to say: “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Sam.”

The loss, it marked you well.

A wound not seen, but there, a heart not whole.

A week?  A month?  A year? 

Could he have tarried just awhile?

Only those who took the time,

Who stopped and sought to listen.

They too could hear the whisper in your heart.

The need.  The need.  The need.

The need to be just Sam.

And hear without condition,

“I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Sam.”

He called you Sam. 

How odd a nickname for such a lovely woman.