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My father passed away in my arms - Finally rest in Peace

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Passed away at 10pm.

Finally after 10 years of fighting the cancer Dad, you can now rest in peace.

How you will be remembered... You loved and lived for life.

STUMBLE ME

In loving memory... Ray Smith 1947-2007

Funeral Song by me

This is another tune that I have composed, that maybe will be played whilst the coffin is walked in. It's a little more uplifting, plus has a hint of a 'processional' march to it as the Police will be there.

What do you think?

Download Brassy.mp3

Finding it so hard as i just cant finish it, manage 5 mins then burst into tears... its so awful to do, then to listen to, so very painful, pain so so so deep.

Composed using Apple GarageBand with the Symphony orchestra Jam Pack.

A song I composed for Dad, knowing his time with us was uncertain

As a means of trying to accept the inevitable  over the last few months, I have been putting together a tune together in Garageband.

I am not sure really why I did, but I did. It would make me very sad to do it, try different instruments, to listen to it time and time again, wondering if he would like it. Would always bring a tear to my eyes. I had no intention of showing it to him, more for me. But now I would like to share it...

Forever in me.mp3

Using orchestral and brass instruments, which was one of Dad's favourite styles of music, Big Bands and such like.

My grief, His release...

I am broken-hearted...

I could never of imagined this intensity of pain and grief...

to have someone you love so very much die as you hold them,

to see and feel them take their last breath...

so utterly heartbreaking.

My fathers thoughts exactly...

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up.

I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. 

Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. 

People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. 

Who wants flowers when you're dead?  Nobody. 

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 1945

On: Dad

Dad. You lived for me, now I will live for you.

I am part of you, you will live on in me. You will never be forgotten.

When your Father Dies - Shifting the Sun

Shifting the Sun

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians