For what seems like forever now, it has been raining in California...we are on storm watch and we are all just wishing it would end already. I can't tell you how many times the boys have been up on the roof tarping the leaky spots because we are just ghetto in the winter. This morning I was loving the rain as I laid in my comfy bed listening to the peaceful symphony of the raindrops. This afternoon was a different story as I darted in and out of the stores trying to get my shopping done for Christmas, I should be done tomorrow!
The rain makes me think about things, I mean really sit and ponder life. But one thing the rain does is remind me of my Dad and my Sister. I don't know the whole story, but basically my Dad used to sing "Raindrops keep falling on my head" to her. My sister and I have different moms but our dad we share. When I was growing up I lived with my mom and dad and she lived with her mom and stepdad who are both very wonderful. I remember being so happy when she would come down and spend holidays and weekends with us, we alway had so much fun.
As I got into my teenage years, I basically was a drama queen, kind of like my daughter now...hmmm! I remember being mad at my sister and writing letters to her because she didn't come around as much. I guess I felt like she didn't care. It's funny what you realize as you get older. What I failed to realize was that my sister was growing up as well and following her paths for her future. Here I was with my dad all the time like a spoiled brat when though she was happy with her family, she must have missed him too. If I was her, I would have hated me and my dumb letters.
As life went on we both had babies and got married and had our households to manage. We tried to stay in touch but it's not always easy...until Facebook. Now my sister and me comment on posts of each other and send little messages here and there and I am so happy.
Like my mom, my sister is also a fan of mine and I hope she gets to read this. Dad always sang that song not only in the rain, always in the rain and sometimes in the sunshine He would sometimes follow it up with "You are my sunshine". I never thought about it before but now I am almost certain that whenever he sang it, he was thinking about you. You were on his mind and in his heart more than you can imagine.
I remember his memorial service that was on a Monday night and my sister couldn't be there. She sent a poem that he wanted our cousin to read as a tribute to our dad. At the very end she wrote..."Raindrops keep falling on my head Daddy-I love you. Some days on days like this I read through a folder I keep things of his and her poem is there. I keep it there to remind me that no matter how much time is actually spent with someone a special love will always be preent. They had a special love and bond. They understood where they stood with each other and it was ok.
He sang it all the time Shell, as if you were always right there. I am so glad that out of everything in life we shared our wonderful Daddy. Rejoice in the raindrops...he's sending them to you. I love you.
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