My grandma used to call every one of her children, in laws, and grandchildren and leave a message singing them happy birthday. She had an atrocious singing voice and would do it when she woke up around 530. She'd always end it with a statement like "love ya" or "you're growing up"
6 years ago I had a son. He was 2 months premature and had a congenital heart disease. His numbers would drop several times a day, doctors rushing in to revive him, the whole shebang. For 2 weeks, this is the song I would sing when his oxygen started to fall. I now have “you are my sunshine” tattooed on me to remember that through darkness, he is the light that guides me. Lost but never forgotten.
s_rays on June 23rd, 2018 at 07:40 UTC »
I used to believe my mum made this song for me and was so heart broken when I heard others singing it because how could they now “our song”!?
orangepalm on June 23rd, 2018 at 07:58 UTC »
My grandma used to call every one of her children, in laws, and grandchildren and leave a message singing them happy birthday. She had an atrocious singing voice and would do it when she woke up around 530. She'd always end it with a statement like "love ya" or "you're growing up"
Damn I miss her
greenwaterbottle34 on June 23rd, 2018 at 11:39 UTC »
6 years ago I had a son. He was 2 months premature and had a congenital heart disease. His numbers would drop several times a day, doctors rushing in to revive him, the whole shebang. For 2 weeks, this is the song I would sing when his oxygen started to fall. I now have “you are my sunshine” tattooed on me to remember that through darkness, he is the light that guides me. Lost but never forgotten.