This is the song I was listening to when my Grandfather passed away. It just came on randomly. I cried, then, and I almost always cry now. He was in a sort of coma… and then he just sort of… was gone. It was peaceful, at least.
I’ve found a long way back to sanity again
Though I don’t really know what I’m gonna do
When I get there…
Take a breath and hold on tight
And spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
‘Cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside Heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be…
I’m looking past the shadows in my mind
Into the truth and I’m
Trying to identify the voices in my head
God, I wish it were you
Lifehouse – Breathing.
Amber was talking to me all day long that day. While I might not have agreed with everything she was telling me, I was still very glad she was there for me. It’s good to have friends like that. Amber’s a good friend.