Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 95.
I had started my memoirs when he was with us and had posted a few of the most vivid memories onto this blog, but need to complete it so the next generation will know the wonderful legacy that he has left us.
Meanwhile ….this blog has been named after a cherished memory. My very first post replicated below describes this.
Thank you my Darling Dad for leaving me with such a beautiful memory that has stayed with me from my infancy. May the Angels play you sweet lullaby’s as you rest safe in the heart of your Maker, our God.
……..(My first post) ….
It’s been a long idyllic break since I left the confines of the commercial world and it is time to start my “ramblings”.
Unfortunately, Rambling Rose, my dad’s name for me, has been taken by many servers so I’ve settled instead for ‘wondering rose’ which is closely linked. I ramble because I wonder and many are my ‘wonderings’. I wonder about this and I wonder about that till I sometimes drive the family round the bend. I am sure my Dad had no idea how I would turn out when he sang this lullaby to me, in a voice almost as glorious to me as Nat King Cole:
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that’s how you’ve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin’ days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin’ days are through?
I can’t promise that anyone is going to love me or my ramblings but the Rose goes where it must – where the sun draws it …. and so too must I go … wherever The Son draws me.
Nice. My mother said, more times than I can even count, “Janet, your first word was why!” I while away a lot of time, wondering. 🙂