Reblogging on my site can make no statistical difference, but I can, and I will. I am sorry for this loss. My condolences to all, especially the Phelan family. Thank you Ms. Phelan for letting us know, and thanks to Anthony for posting.

When I lost my father, a short Charlie Peackock song comforted me. It still brings a tear to my eye when I hear it.

 

It just happened again, I wanted to call you up

I wanted your opinion about something

It’s funny how I valued it so little before

And now that I can’t have it, I value it more

Why didn’t God let me know? I could have had pleaded your case

With Christmas around the corner

He’d have seen it was bad timing and in poor taste

But He didn’t ask me and I didn’t know

It was your time to go

Couldn’t cuss, couldn’t cry, couldn’t crawl

Threw my hands up in the face of it all

So this is what it’s like to be the child

Of a man who’s dead and gone

Well, the next time I see him it will be in a different light

When we look at each other all we’ll see is what’s right

And if I am indeed my father’s crown, I will lay my body down

At the feet of my Savior and I will sing forever

With the perfection my father so desired

Every note in tune, every rhythm flawless

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

[Charlie Peacock]

RIP REP

Reblogging on my site can make no statistical difference, but I can, and I will. I am sorry for this loss. My condolences to all, especially the Phelan family. Thank you Ms. Phelan for letting us know, and thanks to Anthony for posting. When I lost my father, a short Charlie Peackock song comforted me. […]

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