It’s father day weekend and an unintentional touch of gloom kind of settled in this morning. I’d like to think that it’s partly due to a frustration with an ever bothering back issue as well as a touch of reflection about my dad.

In 2015, Butch Walker released an album called Afraid of Ghosts. It was a year in the making and was written in the year following his fathers death from cancer. 

The second to last song is called Father’s Day and I probably listened to it 200 times before my dad died and a thousand more since.  I’m just going to paste the lyrics and send my best to those of you who are dad less this weekend.  

A link to the album is here. I suggest the whole thing. 

#hugsandhi5s

Father's Day

Butch Walker

The 15th of June

Came tumbling through the door

Your bedroom smelled like your cologne

I was laying on the floor

A thief in the middle of the night

If the night came to stay

I feel the walls go rumbling

Like the sound of your name

So here I am

All bittersweet and dirty feet

Runnin as fast as they can

Where do I go

Without you

Heaven only knows

Girls out on the corner

Smoking cigarettes

Ashes in the breeze blowing in their hair

Like something else to forget

Follow them down with your eyes

Til the covers slide off your face

I got this lack of motivation

Moving me all over the place

Here I am

All bittersweet and dirty feet

Runnin as fast as they can

Where do I go

Without you

Heaven only knows

Sunday morning, Father's Day

The first without my dad

As I look into my little boy's eyes

It takes all I have

Not to break down right in front of him when he smiles at me

You don't become a man

Until you lose your dad, you see