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“Looking back on the memory of
the dance we shared beneath the stars above
for a moment all the world was right
how could I have known you'd ever say goodbye
and now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end the way it all would go
our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
for a moment wasn't I the king
but if I'd only known how the king would fall
hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
and now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end the way it all would go
our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance"
In order to like a song you must be moved, in some way, by it. Sometimes it’s the artist, the music, the melody or the feel of the song but more than likely it’s the lyrics. The Dance by Garth Brooks moves me like no other, in ways that I cannot find the words to express. This song was probably one of the best songs he ever did and I would venture to say one of his most popular. It doesn’t take much to explain, the lyrics tell the story.
“Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I’d of had to miss the dance”. My dear Brad; thanks for the dance. You are missed and loved each day.
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When my kids started junior high school and had the option of taking “shop” or “home economics” class I persuaded them to sign up as these were classes that would help them along in life…. At least that’s what I thought. After all, I had taken home economics throughout my junior high school years and that led to my love of sewing. Meagan took home economics (or food services as it was sometimes called) in grade 7, which led to disappointment as all the recipies were made from a “Betty Crocker” mix, no home-made, start from scratch, baking at this school. So the next year she decided on “shop” class (or woodworking) where she made a few things “from scratch”. One of the things that she made was a metal tool box for Grandpa Ed as he had hundreds of tools and was always making things for us. She was proud to present it to him on one of our trips to Saskatchewan, where he proudly displayed it in his workshop.
Gone, but not forgotten …. when Grandpa Ed passed away Grandma gave the toolbox back to me and a flood of memories with it. Inside Meagan had written her initials and 1998 (she was 13 years old) and it still opened and closed with a bit of a tug. I put it away for a couple of years and the other day when I was searching for something, I came across it. I decided that it was time for it to be displayed again so I got out all my crafting supplies and altered it. It now sits on the shelf in my scrapbooking room holding all my vintage ephemera….. wouldn’t Grandpa be proud!
