Imagine

I already know the feeling. It's the same as trying to pick a title for the first song you wrote, or maybe it's something different. Like trying to pick who to love, and who to forget about.


I imagine myself very young most of the time. In fact, when I daydream about the day I will see my Dad again I am only a child, and he is a young man, and everything is the way it should be in Hurricane, and the stucco on my house isn't falling off, and the empty field by my house has many grasshoppers for us to catch. My feet burn on the pavement and I hop around. I am teaching Shelby how to ride a bike, and my Dad is smiling and saying "Never ever give up!" I am up in the willow tree, my Dad is mowing from the lawn, Kaylee and Shelby are on the trampoline, and my Mom is making dinner. I swing down from the tree yelling like Tarzan. I feel invincible. I am invincible. I am learning how to hum, I'm sitting next to Andrea in primary, I don't like tacos. I am on my Dad's shoulder superman style, swept off my feet and breathless. Then the earth is spinning, faster and faster.... I yell "Dad... DAD!!!" He swings me onto the couch and starts tickling me. "Can I have this dance?" he asks."Yes Dad..." I always replied with a smile. He turns on My Sharona by the Knack and he sings at the top of his lungs "My Sierra" and we dance and laugh and dance. We watch BYU games with Andertons, he takes me to high school basketball games, he teaches me how to play, soccer, basketball, cross country, softball, and frisbey. He loved me even though I was never good at any of them. We are at city council meetings and the mayor is still the mayor. We go on bike rides, then walks, then we only sit and talk about the world. He brings home a home a swimming pool. He would always let me win on Mario Kart for Nintendo. He took us bowling all the time. Sunday dinners at grandma, hunting for the best rocks with Liana. He tells me to be happy.  The family when he got home from work. I wish I would have ran up and hugged him that last time....