"Chocolate Ice Cream Cone" is one of the earliest songs I remember my dad singing. Kenny Roberts was on a local television show when I was very little, but my dad sang this song a lot.
Dad wasn't good a yodeling, but he made up for it with love.
He sang a lot of songs that I remember...and will remember
Last week, we sang this at my dad's funeral, and we will sing it at my mom's funeral...remember...When We All Get to Heaven
my brother-in-law (Michael) reminded us that those who are in Christ will see each other again, "here, there, or in the air."
1. Sing the wondrous love of Jesus;
sing his mercy and his grace.
In the mansions bright and blessed
he'll prepare for us a place.
Refrain:
When we all get to heaven,
what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
we'll sing and shout the victory!
2. While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
clouds will overspread the sky;
but when traveling days are over,
not a shadow, not a sigh.
(Refrain)
When we all get to heaven,
what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
we'll sing and shout the victory!
3. Let us then be true and faithful,
trusting, serving every day;
just one glimpse of him in glory
will the toils of life repay.
(Refrain)
When we all get to heaven,
what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
we'll sing and shout the victory!
4. Onward to the prize before us!
Soon his beauty we'll behold;
soon the pearly gates will open;
we shall tread the streets of gold.
(Refrain)
When we all get to heaven,
what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
we'll sing and shout the victory!
My Dad, Thomas David Brown, died last Monday, January 2, 2017. He was born on January 25, 1935 and in February, my mom and dad would have been married for 58 years.
There's still a lot of processing going on. Memories shared.
A lot of back story - last August my mom fell and broke her leg very badly. She's had several surgeries, and has been in several hospitals - she was in "Hills and Dales" in Cass City, MI. (I mention their name because the nurses are very wonderful!)
Dad took a really bad turn for the worst with his heart and lung conditions, and we spend Thanksgiving dinner at the hospital with Mom. So Phil and I, and my kids, were able to spend Thanksgiving dinner with both of my parents for my Dad's last Thanksgiving dinner in this life.
I spent some good quality time with Dad before the rest of my family got to Sandusky, Michigan. And I knew that he was ready to go see Jesus. He made no secret that he didn't want to live like that.
After Christmas, my mom was released to an assisted living home (on Thursday.) My dad was released from a different hospital to the same home, in the same apartment with Mom on Saturday. They were able to spend Saturday, Sunday and on Monday morning he was gone.
He wanted to be with my mom.
I was going to commit to blogging from the very first of the year, but missed the whole first week because I was with my family saying "bye and I love you" to my Dad.
And still longing to hear him say, just one more time, "Love you back."
I intend to blog more this year. Even now, I just feel a little more put together; my head, heart and spirit a bit more straight. I have a few interesting projects in mind, including for my head, my heart and my spirit.
Manda says that Simone is a cashew also.
(very few people on the planet know what that means. I'm not even quite sure, other than it means that my daughter is - ummm - interesting)