Those are some of the lyrics to the song 'Dixie'. An instrumental version of the tune was the only music played at my father's memorial service. My dad passed away 10 years ago today.
I spoke with him the evening before he died. It was just one of thousands of brief conversations we had, catching up, chatting. He explained he wasn't feeling fell and would be going to the doctor in the morning if he didn't feel better.
I think of my dad often. In my home, their are constant reminders of him: in the living room, book ends he had for years. In the kitchen, some knives and cookbooks. In my bedroom, a gun case, a steamer trunk, and countless books. Pictures on the mantle.
Tonight Little One and I will head to some Mexican restaurant and celebrate his memory. Here's to you, Dad.
