The song that I love, A Change Gone Come by Sam Cooke has many memories for me. The most special being, that my dad, John Frank Scott, introduced it to me.
Though this song has come to mean more to me than just a song many of the feelings it invokes from me is because of my dad. He always taught me to be aware of the things going on in the world that would affect the way I lived my life.
Like most daughter’s my dad meant the world to me. Even though I was the oldest I was daddy’s little girl. He was always my greatest hero and champion. He raised all seven of us to be strong individuals.
My dad passed away eleven years ago, after never fully recovering from a stroke. He was the kind of man who when he talked you listened. Even if you did not agree, you listened. He had a presence about him, and he was not a large man. He was by certain standards a little man, standing five foot five and weighing at his heaviest one hundred forty pounds.
After his stroke, there was not a lot of talking. You could put on some old R & B music and you could see a change come over him. He would try to sing or hum along with the music that had given him so much joy. The thing was, even before his stroke he could not sing his way out of a rain barrel. He loved music and even played a mean guitar but the man could not hold a tune.
With everything else, that this song means to me it will always remind me of what a great father he was. I often wonder what he would think about the other artists who have remakes of this song. I know some of them he heard because they were some of his favorite’s artist. However, knowing my dad some he would just raise hell about the way some did not sing something right.
If no one ever listened to the song I love, it would not matter. I will always love the song because of my hero, my daddy.
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Memories are the gate ways to not losing those we hold close to our hearts. I like how this memory takes you back to the time you had with your father and the positive things he instilled in you. How even when you didn’t want to listen to what he had to say, you listen anyway. I like the way you also knew that you were his little girl. The love he generated to you through letting you know what made him happy. That it could give you the same joy. If more dads were like your father there might be more people with better memories. Thanks for sharing your father with me.
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