The House That Built Me

Yesterday, I spent a lot of time thinking about and discussing my dad (who died 15 years ago this May) with a new blogger friend. We talked about each of us losing a parent and how that has impacted our lives. It's funny when you meet someone who has lost a parent...it's like an instant understanding that you've longed to explain to people in your life...and at the same time, you wish no one really had to go through it either in order for them to understand.

When I heard the following song last September for the 1st time, I was instantly stopped in my tracks...
The imagery of the lyrics took me through so many pieces of my own life, I found myself having to pull over on the side of the road sobbing. I called G and told him that I found MY song...This is the song I want played at my funeral. One of them.  But I know for certain this is one.  I made sure that my best friend knows too, so someone will make sure it happens. Take a few minutes and listen.

Today, G and I went to a funeral...his aunt. After much conversation yesterday about my dad and let's face it, pregnancy hormones, I was pretty emotional to start with. I have never met this aunt, yet the moment I saw her son and daughter --who are in their 30s --I began crying. Almost to the point where I was going to get up and leave the room because I was extremely emotional. Fortunately, following the service, I had the opportunity to explain that to G's cousins. And also fortunately, I have a man in my life who knows this is who I am and loves me for it.

All the emotions I have felt today are still swimming in my head and I will probably write about my dad more as he's been on my mind a lot...in relation to my past as well as to my pregnancy, my children and the legacy I will leave for them...

(this just plays the music to listen...I love the imagery of my own life.)

(I met Miranda Lambert in March 2005 in the Nashville airport. A month later we saw each other again in Arizona and she remembered our meeting in Nashville. We spent the afternoon together at a festival, exchanged information and kept in touch until life simply got busier for both of us. Since that first meeting, we've seen each other over the last 5 years at different shows. She AND her dad always remember and we catch up which is awesome. I last saw her last April in California before this record had been released, so I've yet to tell her how impactful it is. I look forward to seeing her again and being able to tell her just how much.)

Won't take nothin' but a memory...

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