June 17, 2015
Que sera sera. I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I’ve got you Babe.
I hear the bugler play, “You’ve got to get up in the morning”. Old songs, new meanings.
My father would tell me Navy stories. His life seemed so significant. His impressions became mine. Funny that I should miss him today. My mom is always present, yet my father slips into my thoughts unaware that his humor, simple, sincere ways, bring me smiles at just the right moment. Here is to the Bugle Boy. You have to get up in the morning. And I do, always before dawn.
