How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my Father again.

My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.

I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I've experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke.

How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my Father again.

Whenever I say goodbye its never for long because I believe in the power of love.

The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.

One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me. Here in my heart I believe your love is all I'll ever need