I couldnt come anywhere close to saying it any better than how you did LBcrew so i'just repost your's. Way to put this whole deal into words!
My heart goes out to you and your family. I don't think there's anything tougher than losing a child. I went to a funeral in May for three kids who were killed in an auto accident in Sandbridge (VB). Very sad. Years ago, we almost lost our oldest son (he was 2 at the time) due to a toxic reaction to an antibiotic. It was a close one. You have some great and beautiful memories of you and your son to cherish - sharing something that both you and he loved. When my Dad passes, I will have those memories he and I shared. The best ones I think were those involving activities on the water: snorkeling, boating and sailing, fishing, and body surfing. Last Sunday, for the first time, I took my son out surfing. Surf conditions weren't great - a choppy, 2-3 ft washing machine - but it was good just being out there together. Want to continue doing that - hopefully with some ride-able waves next time. Take care.
I've been wanting to share this tune with the forum for a while; and I think this is the perfect thread for it. It may not be a typical pre-session tune, but it always reminds me of why I return to the water. It's how I keep going. Surfing ain't the why; it's the how. Won't say I love you, babe Won't say I need you, babe I'm gonna get you babe And I will not do you wrong Living's mostly wasting time I'll waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's don't take too long Well you're soft as glass And I'm a gentleman We got the sky to talk about And the world to lie upon Days up and down they come Like rain on a conga drum Forget most, remember some Don't turn none away Everything is not enough And nothin' is too much to bear Where you've been is good and gone All you keep's the getting there Well to live is to fly, all low and high So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes It's goodbye to all my friends It's time to go again But think of all the poetry And the pickin' down the line Well I'll miss the system here The bottom's low and the treble's clear But it don't pay to think too much On things you leave behind Well I may be gone But it won't be long I'll be bringin' back the melodies And rhythm that I find We all got holes to fill And them holes are all that's real Some fall on you like a storm Sometimes you dig your own The choice is yours to make And time is yours to take Some dive into the sea Some toil upon the stone Well to live is to fly, all low and high So shake the dust off of your wings And the sleep out of your eyes Shake the dust off of your wings And the tears out of your eyes [video=youtube;Z5wrzwINOJM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5wrzwINOJM[/video] Keep on keepin on people, keep sharin waves with those you love, in the water and the mud.
Amen brada......I like your christ censorship......its so true you can say God all you want but as soon as you say Jesus Christ you become a weirdo.......what the hell happened to this country
