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For Dad: For Good




On this day where we celebrate resurrection, I wanted to also take a moment and say:

* I am a believer in beginnings, even those cleverly disguised as endings.

* Happy Birthday to you Dad on what would have been your 64th birthday.

What a day full of mixed emotions, huh? I miss you and wish you were here to hug. There are great things happening in this place that I wish you could witness, but I do believe you do know and peek in from time to time.
May this day bring hope to anyone that needs it and beckon awareness that wherever you are, there is always possibilty of resurrection, be it emotional, physical, or spiritual. My life has certainly been a testament to the fact that there is always hope, always a new day, always an opportunity to arise from the ashes and begin anew... often when least expected.

As my Dad departed this realm, I sang him the following words. They are just as true today. It is my prayer that everyone finds love this precious and never-ending.
For Dad, a man that I adore(d) and always shall... for good:

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

And just to clear the air I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
And none of it seems to matter anymore

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better... and
Because I knew you
I have been changed
For Good

Love on this day of miracles,
Dustin

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