476 Department 18,
A signal 12.
The blue light goes on
I know the drill well.

Later in years
The call would come through
A boat has exploded
We need underwater rescue

I've seen it so much
Thought it couldn't phase me
It's come calling too much
Taking those dear to me.

I stand in your face
NO! Not this time...
Take me instead
It's just not his time.

Is life what we make it?
Or is it unfair?
I just needed him to know
Just how much I care.

I couldn't be there,
The fates would not allow
The cost way too much...
They tell me to cope,
but I don't know how.

So many regrets,
Sorries too few
Three beautiful grandkids
That you never knew.

Soon I'll be there
I'll be strong for mother
It's been ten long years
Since I've seen my dear brother.

We never realize
Just what we hold dear
Till we lose it forever
And can't stop the tears.

So pick up the phone
And call those that you love
Before it's too late
And they've gone to Heaven above.

Some of you know that my father has been in critical condition for a couple of weeks. I needed to get some of this out of my system. I'd give anything to be with him, but I just don't have the means to do so, with three kids in tow. I just ask one thing of you guys. If you haven't talked with your parents or a brother or sister in awhile, do it! If you've had a fight with one of them, think about it...it was probably petty. Pick up the phone and tell them you love them. It's a very small thing to do and the rewards are great. Those of you wondering why I haven't been on ICQ much, now you know why. I've only been on for short periods of time. I'll be back to my old spitfire self soon.

Love you all,
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