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.

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.

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

All through school, I was losing hundreds of pounds in school, so that's a journey - that's an old journey. I'm tired of that. I know that road.

I'd like to be remembered as a premier singer of songs, not just a popular act of a given period.