My mom passed away today of natural causes. Luckily we had a chance to go back east and spend ten days with her while she could still smile and talk a little. She was very comfortable in a beautiful nursing home and had many visitors.
I have been working on a song for about a month called THE END OF THE DAY, which is sort of a note from my dad to my mom about what to pack for the final trip. Here are the lyrics. I'll post the song when the recording's done. Peace, mom.
The End of the Day
verse 1 Bring along the laughter and the rueful replies
Pack up your troubles, say your final goodbyes
Bring along the hurt that will not wash away
Bring it all, when you come, at the end of the day
Verse 2 Bring along the times when we barely got by
Bring along the bitter and the sweet tears we cried
Paint me a sky of blue and gray
Bring it all, when you come, at the end of the day
(Guitar interlude)
Bridge Bring along the stories we both know so well
And bring along a hammer, to ring all the bells
Bring along the sad songs heard ‘long the way
Bring ‘em all, when you come, at the end of the day
(Guitar solo)
Verse 3 No need for your glasses, your toothbrush or comb
No need for directions, it’s like going home
And all of the dreams that you once stowed away
They’re all waiting for you here, at the end of the day
I’ll be waiting for you here, at the end of the day