LIKE FRAMES FROM A MOVIE

SATURDAY MORNING AND I FEEL SORROW THIS A.M.  IT IS ONLY TEMPORARY...MY DEAR WIFE GOT UP, HAD HER COFFEE, AND WENT BACK TO SLEEP IN EASY CHAIR.  I JUST SAT THERE AND LOOKED AT HER.  THE THOUGHTS OF SAYING GOOD BYE FLOODED MY MIND.  I PRAY ALOT AND HAVE BEGGED GOD TO TAKE US BOTH TOGETHER.  THE PAIN WOULD BE UN-SURVIVABLE OTHER WISE.  IT IS A HELP TO ME RIGHT NOW TO CHAT WITH YOU, OH UNSEEEN AND UNKNOWN PERSON WHERE EVER YOU ARE. BUT I KNOW ONE THING...YOU HAD BIRTHDAY PARTIES, CHRISTMAS AROUND THE TREE...LITTLE FRIENDS IN SCHOOL...ALL ALONG THE WAY.  SOMETIMES YOU CRIED AND IT SEEMED LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD THEN....I HAVE MANY MEMORIES OF MY PARENTS THAT SEEM LIKE A MOVIE FRAME..THE FILM JUST STOPPED AND I WAS GAZING AT ONE STILLED FRAME.  ONE SUCH FRAME IS OF MY FATHER BURSTING INTO SONG WHILE HE AND I WERE ON A DRIVE UP BIG TUJUNGA CANYON IN THE MID 50'S.  THE SETTING SUN WAS SHINING ON HIS FACE AND HE JUST STARTED SINGING.  IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO KNOW WHAT THAT SONG WAS.  ONE NIGHT DAD, MOM, AND I WERE DRIVING HOME AND IT STARTED TO RAIN. I REMEMBER SEEING THE FIRST SMALL DROPS ON WINDSHIELD, AND MY DAD SAID "THERE IS THE RAIN THE WEATHERMAN PROPHESIED"  SOMETIMES NOW, WHEN IT STARTS TO RAIN AND WE ARE DRIVING I WILL REPEAT...."THERE IS THE RAIN THE WEATHERMAN PROPHESIED"  HELEN OFTEN ASKS  "WHY DO YOU SAY THAT SO OFTEN WHEN IT RAINS?"  I GUESS SOMEDAY I WILL HAVE TO TELL HER.....HAVE A GOOD DAY, FRIEND OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. GOD LOVES YOU. B