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It’s been a weird April this year. And I’m in a particularly contemplative way as I think about what the past 7 days included. A second drive to Kansas, in the past couple of months. But not for fun. Because on April 17 a group of family and friends memorialized my Mom. And just two days later was the anniversary of my Dad’s birthday. And he died over 35 years ago.So, yeah. I drove home from Kansas the contemplative way.
Both my parents are now in Heaven. And I find great comfort in knowing that. And I’m blessed with a wife who was with me every step of the way this week. Just like she’s been with me for over 31 years. So, that’s why I say “contemplative” instead of mournful…or some other deeply sad-sounding word.
I’ve got a lot of reasons to be thankful and joyful. And I know I’ll see my parents again one day. I had that knowledge in my head when I wrote about my Dad going to Heaven all those years ago. And I came up with my own name for his destination and wrote it down in this song…
Fandango Street
Dwight was a boy anybody would employ
‘Cause he worked his fingers to the bone.
But he said he had to fly, get a piece of the sky.
So he took off for the great unknown.
Everybody said no, no, no.
But he still had to go
To make his whole life complete
And look for Fandango Street.
He took himself a wife as he made the change of life
And the boy became a regular man.
They had a couple kids just like everybody did.
But it really wasn’t in the plan.
And his spirit said no, no, no.
That’s not the way you should go.
Should be pointing your feet
On up to Fandango Street.
Oh, but somewhere the world took over
And left him thirsting for more.
Where was the milk and the honey
He had dreamed of all those years before?
He was moving right along feeling permanently strong
Thinking all he had to do was behave.
But a terminal disease slowly drove him to his knees.
And it took him to an early grave.
And his family said no, no, no.
But he still had to go
To make the journey complete
And look for Fandango Street.
And to this day I say no, no, no.
But I know he had to go.
To make the journey complete
And look for Fandango Street.
I hear him tapping his feet…up on Fandango Street.
And so his life is complete…he dance on Fandango Street!
© 1992 Tony Funderburk
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