Its been a while since I wrote here and since I wrote about my songs of what I want played at my funeral. Track 11 is Van Zant's Help Somebody. Love the video of the old couple. I like to think that's how my grandpa and grandma were. Never knew either of my grandpa but my grandma was of the old school. And I feel bad and know I did much a disservice to her. Even though I was her "Angel."
Last weekend we had a reunion in KC for Kemper. Got to see Bunch, Martin & Kipper besides Jody & Laura, Humphrey's and a few other. I met an old boy from the 60's and his wife. His wife is a Viet Nam vet (nurse) and she knew. She understood the bond of us Old Boys. She would be one to have a spine of steel and someone you would want in your fox hole. Though she would be the one you would be visiting after the battle was over.
I had talked with George a day before that about a few things as I hadn't spoken with him in a while. Time, distance or circumstance, still a good voice of reason. And that's why my track 12, Carrie Underwood's Don't Forget About Me. He reminded me, that I have touched a lot of people's lives. Something that I always thought of was wanting to be remembered. Having no offspring and the possibility of that fading; I have always been one for oral history-like the Indians and Masons did.
Talking with the guys here at the house I forget that I have done a lot of things; and ages that are younger than they are and at their age now. As I mentioned to Kelly today; I retired twice. One at age 24 and the other at age age 33.
Track 13 is Jake Owens, Starting With Me. I feel like that..."if I had a dime, for half the things I did, It didn't make no sense at all, I'd be living a little higher on the hog, if only I'd had know, that later on down the road, I'd look back and not like what I see, I'd change a lot of things, starting with me." Well that's not entirely true. I do like where I came from and the majority of things I am a good person and did good things. Not enough and not enough for a lot of people. But now I see a lot of that. So I guess its a lesson learned. I have never been intentionally mean or cruel. Mom had her hand in my compassion. Dad taught me about standing up and being proud of who I was. Kemper filled in a lot of blanks.
Its hard to try and explain and I know I am not doing a good job of it.
Track 14, Brad Paisley, When I Get Where I am Going. Come on; its a funeral and this is a pretty good song about that. I don't think I will get there with the wings and halos; as I have said-if I can make it to Valhalla I will be doing good as I know I will have people there I know. Holmes. Hawk.
And when I get where I am going....
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