King George.

Dear Mom,

Nancy showed me this awhile ago, and it brought the biggest smile on my face. How You is this? If I could go back in time, find this, and get it/make it for you, I would. I still want this, or something like this. Like when I live in my own house one day, I could have it be cute and country, with this at the front room. <3

So today I was talking to Emily and she was actually talking about a different song, but I told her that "The Breath You Take" is through and through my song for you. I was actually thinking of "You'll be there, so this is a mess of a story... Point is, there are tons of songs that remind me of you, but this one is different. Like I said to Em... when I sing those lyrics under my breath, I feel like I'm literally having a conversation with you. 

"Hope is an anchor
And love is a ship
Time is the ocean
And life is a trip
You don't know where you're goin'
'Til you know where your at
And if you can't read the stars
Well, you'd better have a map
A compus and a conscious
So you don't get lost at sea
ON SOME old lonely island
Where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation
I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores
And sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us
THROUGH the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world
Where WE HAVE never been
And we'll climb upon the mountain y'all
We'll let our voices ring
And those who've never tried it
They'll be the first to sing

Oh, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
WHERE THE streets are gold 'cause you'll be there
Oh, my, my

You don't bring nothin' with you here
And you can't take nothin' back
I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees UP prayin'
Scared my back from fallin' down
Spent so much time flyin' high
'Til I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me
Would you talk to God and say
Tell him I might need a hand
To see you both someday

Oh, my, my
So, I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it may be a long hard ride
But I want to take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my."

I remember when I was little, I would always complain when you wanted to put in any of your George Strait CDs, when I wanted to listen to who knows what. I'm not sure why I didn't want to. I never disliked this music. But it wasn't until I watched "Pure Country" that I really appreciated his music. Now I listen to him all the time, imagining you sitting right next to me, mouthing along to the words. There's a huge comfort in his music. After all of these years, his music has stayed the same. Different lyrics, different tunes; but still sustaining the same essence that makes him, him.

That's why I love listening to him. No matter what, he will always be there, singing the same songs that you loved to listen to. So it's as if you're not gone at all. Because his music is a huge link, this connection that leads me to you. I love how powerful music can be.

Thank you Mommy. Thank you for having such a huge obsession that makes it so easy to remember you by whenever I need a little more You in my life.


                 Your Baby Doll,
                 Tessy Loo Loo