"Song for the Man": Beastie Boys
For those of you who are curious, the previous post is an excerpt from Jeanette Winterson's "Sexing the Cherry".
So it's Thursday and there are 3 days of classes yet. I can feel the excitement building. I've been pretty much relaxing all day which is a nice feeling. I wanted to rent a movei tonight but when I went, the video store was closed so I might just have to settle for watching Survivor and Smackdown tonight. Sigh... woe is me. Tomorrow Harper is having it's house banquet which means lots of yummy food for yours truly. Anything is better than meal hall food. BLAH! I'm guessing that since it's almost the end of the school year, that Sodexho Marriot is piling out all the left over food for us lucky students.

Today is one of those days that I wish I was with my mother and the rest of my family. Today would have been my father's 58th birthday. For those of you who don't know, my father passed away 5 years ago (my god has it really been that long?) when I was 16. My father was a devoted father, husband, son, and friend to many.He was one of the kindest, gentlest, generous men that you could have ever met. I am eternally grateful for being able to know him for those 16 years of my life because he taught me how to be a proper human being. He loved his family and although he had a high profile job, he never forgot about the importance of family and always made us his number one priority.To be patient, organized, loving, generous, understanding, tolerant... words cannot explain how wonderful a man he was. My only hope is that when I become a father one day, that I can at least try to follow in his footsteps and be like him.
Thanks dad for everything, and wherever you are I know you are watching us with that wonderful smile of yours and that you are side by side with your mother and father at long last. We miss you, but we will never forget you.

Dedicated to Humberto Santos
1944-1997

"My Fathers Eyes" by Eric Clapton
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabys.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.