I Still Have My Daddy

My parents and Jazz have been in Salt Lake all week rehearsing for the Mormon Youth Symphony and Chorus reunion concerts Friday and Saturday.  Fuffy and Teeny joined my mom, Jazz, and me on Friday, we picked up my grandpa (my dad’s dad), and we all went to the concert leaving the kids at home with ODD.

My dad was in Mormon Youth for years in the 70′s and 80′s.  I was still really little when he got too old but I vaguely remember him going to rehearsals and concerts.  He continued to perform with his band for several more years before we moved to Tinytown and I joined him over the years for performances here and there in our community.  I haven’t seen him perform with a choir (other than our ward choir) for a very, very long time and I know he’s missed it.

I know he’s been excited about these reunion concerts and the music they’ve been preparing to perform.  We’d wondered about his ability to sing with all the scar tissue still choking his lungs after his bout of swine flu and pneumonia last winter.  He’s found it more difficult to sustain long notes because his lung capacity is so diminished but he was still able to sing.

As I sat in the audience enjoying the beautiful music I teared up watching my dad doing something he loves so much.  I’m grateful he’s still here.  There were several times during his forty days in the hospital that I thought I’d have to live the rest of my life without my daddy.  I knew I’d see him again someday if that were the case but I’m happy to still have him in my life today.

mom and dad

(photo via Ravell Call, Deseret News)

I love you, Dad.

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