This is pretty cute. My brother was about to run a marathon last weekend, and I texted my tween half-sister about it to tell her to pray for him. She, wise beyond her years, said he’ll do fine, Dad’s watching over him, and I found out via my brother she’d also mentioned the song: “Don’t You Worry Child” by Swedish House Mafia. She told him to listen to it.
There was a time, I used to look into my father’s eyes
In a happy home, I was a king I had a gold throne
Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall
I hear the sounds from the places where I was born
Up on the hill across the blue lake,
thats where I had my first heart break
I still remember how it all changed
my father said
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child
See heaven’s got a plan for you
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now
I had sort of heard the song on the radio already and liked it. HOWEVER, I had not carefully listened to the lyrics. Of course I looked it up and listened…and cried. It was a great song.
Believing in an heaven has been one of the only positive things in the aftermath of losing my father and a sister within 4 months of each other!
It’s very reassuring to believe in an afterlife and to know I’ll see my father there, and in the meanwhile he is looking over me. I do, can, and will yearn for the past, but more and more often (over a year later) I am able to find some enjoyment in the present and some comfort in people I love, living around me.
What a mature, sweet thing my lil ‘sis’ said to my brother. I’m glad we’re all in this together, and learning to live anew, a life we certainly would not have chosen, but now finding beauty and joy again more frequently.
So, in conclusion, I think my dad convinced Swedish House Mafia to write that song to console both the older siblings and the young ones- it’s a song that can be appreciated by both young and old. That, and I wasn’t embarrassed to hear that she’d recommended that as opposed to when they were innocently singing “Whistle” by Flo Rida. Ha.
I miss you every day, father of mine!