ok people, this is my first shot at a song fic, so here goes.
it is based on portions of the song "Butterfly Kisses" by Jeff Carson and dedicated to the memory of my father.
DISCLAIMER: this song is NOT mine but the rest of the story is so please don't copy it.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: based on actual events and told in my POV. please reply, it would be much appreciated.
"BUTTERFLY KISSES"
property of Andria Turner
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'There's two things I know for sure,
She was sent here from heaven and she's daddy's little girl.'
Daddy's little girl. I was daddy's little girl once. Until that all came crashing down. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my father more than anything, but he smoked like a freight train and although I was too young to understand at the time, I knew that's what took him from me. I miss him everyday and I think about him everyday. Sometimes I sit and cry listening to that song, not only to the words, but to the meaning behind them. To what I lost and want so desperatly to get back.
'As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all...'
Joy? I knew what that was once. It was brought to me by one man, and one man only. My father. Sometimes I sit alone and think, "Why, daddy? Why did you leave me?" but of course I don't talk to anyone about the feelings I have, that would just be too difficult.
*Flashback*
I was sitting at the kitchen table drawing a picture, with green marker all over my hands. I saw my mother emerge in the entry way with tears in her eyes.
She knelt down beside me and said the three worst words for any child to hear about their hero, "Your daddy's gone." she said simply and pulled me close to her and cried harder.
She walked out of the kitchen and I went to the sink to wash my hands and that is when it hit me, the man I admired and looked up to the most was no longer in my life.
*End Flashback*
'She'll change her name today,
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride room just stairing at her,
She asks me what I'm thinkin' and I said, 'I'm not sure,
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl...'
I look forward to that day. Me in a white dress, standing in the brides room, only without the one man that I wish in with all my heart and sould could be there. The only man that a girl could ever count on, my dad.
It has been 8 years now, since I lost him, and I miss him more and more each day and I look forward to the day when we will once again be reunited and I can hug him and once again, whisper the words I have been longing to say since the day we lost him, I will be able to say, "I love you daddy."
'With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done somethin' right,
to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses for life...'
~*THE END*~
In Loving Memory of:
Doyle Turner Sr.
July 16, 1942-September 16, 1995
Beloved husband, father, grandfather, son, brother and friend.
Now an angel of God.
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ok, now please give me some feedback.
That's so beautiful.
Wow.
I can't really think of words to describe how beutiful it is.
:cry: Thankyou sooooooo much, Nobody!!!! *huggles*
:love:
~*Andie*~
Oh Andie! That was so emotional for me. I lost my grandmother about the same time you lost your father. I was very close to her and it was really hard on me. :cry: Thanks for posting that!
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Sarah
This made me so sad... It's so beautiful. :cry: :cry2: