Hole in My Heart

In March of 1992, my dad was facing surgery with less than a 15% (yes fifteen - one five) chance of surviving it.

Dad asked mom for a pen and pad of paper the night before surgery and then sent her home to get some sleep. The pad and what dad might have written were forgotten in the aftermath of grief when we discovered that the surgery was not successful and we only had approximately six more months with him.

After dad recovered enough to come home, he showed us what he had written and asked that we have it copyrighted, printed, and distributed at his funeral. We honored his request.

I Didn’t Die

I didn’t die so please don’t cry
I am the raindrop on your windowpane
I am the wind that blows through your grain
I am the dust that got in your eye
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry

I am the leaf that fell to the ground
I am the thunder that made that sound
I am the river that flows through the land
I am the flower that grows in the sand
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry

I am the grapes that grow on the vine
I am the rose that smells so fine
So you see I will be whatever God wants me to be
I didn’t die, so please don’t cry

© 1992 by Don Johnson.  All rights reserved.

 

 

When my dad passed away 20 years ago today, he left a hole in my heart that is still there but what he wrote gives me comfort.