My father-in-law was a man of strong faith. He passed on a while back, 10 years or so. His final words were, "I'll be fine."
I wrote a song about that because I think "I'll be fine" are as good of last words as a man of faith could possibly have.
Dirty Ed and Alvin Pugh, a mutual friend of ours who has since passed, gave me some very helpful constructive criticism and in Alvin's case editing sufficient to merit co-authorship. Nevertheless, I was never satisfied with the song.
The other day, ten years later, I had an epiphany! The song is all about big, scary issues that more or less force faith and potentially bravado. My F-in-law's faith was the kind that showed in the small things, in the day-to-day, in the routine. Oh sure, when the big hairy things came along he was faithful, but also while cooking dinner, or driving in traffic, or checking out at the grocery store. So that's what I should have focused on - the routine,. The day-to-day. And THEN go for the big finish.
When I get it revised, I'll put it in Songwriting.
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