Friday, 22 February 2013

For some reason, the lyrics to the song by the Swedish House Mafia "Don't Your Worry Child" have struck a real chord with me...

There was a time
I used to look into my father's eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.

Upon the hill across the blue lake,
That's where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.
My father said,
"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.
See heaven's got a plan for you.
Don't you worry, don't you worry now."


It sort of brings home to me that my husband will be denied those kind of moments with Patrick. Helping him through the disappointments in life and being there for him, lifting him when he is dealt one of life's blows...forging that father-son relationship that is so special.

I don't know why, but in particular those verses always make me a little sad and emphasise what we're missing out on.

Then again, maybe Heaven does have a plan for us in all of this