Dad’s been gone for over a decade. I wrote “My Old Man Said” over 20 years ago. God knows, my life would have been so much better if only I had listened to what my old man said.
Seems like yesterday that Dad was strapping on his catcher’s mitt and working out with me in the back yard.
I miss you, Dad. Won’t be long until I’m with you again. We’ll strap on the gloves and play catch. Won’t that be fine?