It’s been seventeen years since my dad passed away, but sometimes it seems it was yesterday. So vivid and sweet is the memory of his words, his blue glances, his kindness… I’ll say with Ella Fitzgerald, that
they may take him from me,
I’ll miss his fond caress,
but though They take him from me,
I’ll still possess:
the way his smile just beams,
The way he looks at me,
the way he speaks to me,
the way he sings so nicely,
the way he jokes with me,
the memory of all that.
No, no, they can’t take that away from me.
It’ll remain carved in my soul for ever
along with the peace he conveys.
Daddy, stay with me
No, no, they can’t take you away from me.