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HI everyone I haven't noticed this song mentioned anywhere yet. Thank you, Marty, for the beautiful music web site! There are many, many songs there that I relate to personally....I have what I call "Power songs" that I usually only hear when I need to, for many different reasons (relationships, work issues, family....and now, grief....) We had Brooks and Dunn's "I Believe" played at Daddy's service last week. It's always been one of my mom's favorites, and she felt it truly represented how they both believed. Today, just a little while ago, I was doing some reading on the couch while finishing up laundry w/ CMT playing in the background. They have a show on, the 100 greatest videos, showing snippets of the videos w/ commentary from the artists, directors, and others..... "I Believe" came on. I stopped what I was doing, expecting to burst into tears. I didn't. And the washing machine, which is loud and noisy and near the tv, stopped and there was complete silence, right on the line "You can't tell me that it all ends with a slow ride in a hearse......" I knew right there that Dad was around. It was quite comforting. Music, indeed, is the universal comforter. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLA06UmFg0s Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where i grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing Says he was in the war when in the navy Lost his wife, lost his baby Broke down and asked him one time How ya keep from going crazy He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while I asked him what he meant He looked at me and smiled, said [Chorus] I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see Oh i believe Few years later i was off at college Talkin' to mom on the phone one night Getting all caught up on the gossip The ins and outs of the small town life She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died. Later on that night, i laid there thinkin' back Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers I didn't know whether to cry or laugh If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said [Chorus] I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see I can't quote the book The chapter or the verse You can't tell me it all ends In a slow ride in a hearse You know I'm more and more convinced The longer that i live Yeah, this can't be No, this can't be No, this can't be all there is [Chorus] When I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see I believe Oh, I I believe I believe I believe I believe I believe

I believe too. I just lost my father 2 weeks ago, and last week I "heard" him call me Sugar. I didn't remember that of him, until I heard it. He didn't call me that often, but once in a while. When I heard it, I knew he was there. I think if we silence all the inner turmoil now and then, we can truly hear what is being said.

Hi all I am new to the group, and found you all in a search on grieving for a lost parent. My father died unexpectedly 2 weeks ago, and I'm searching for others who have gone through the grieving process to help me through. I'm finding this forum to be VERY helpful. This is my first post, and I've found it to be good reading and good thinking. I wanted to add my comment about finding the right people to help you through.....one of my best friends just lost her father about a month ago. I sent her a card that said, "Even though I don't know what you're going through......." The day after I mailed it, I knew. I have yet to contact her....she, in fact, is the only one of my closest friends that doesn't know yet....because it's just too soon for me to have to do that. But I so desperately want and need to tell her! I got a thank you note from her yesterday, and imagine I will write her a long letter tonight...I think I would rather break the news to her that way rather than a phone call or email. And in thinking the way I do (everything happens for a reason), I know that this is a perfect example of divine timing. She and I will be able to lean on each other, despite our 600 mile difference in space. So, thank you to all of you for sharing your experiences, thoughts, feelings...I'm sure I'll be doing more of the same. (((HUGS)))