Come on, come on, come on…

When she came her family was there
And all her things were neatly prepared
When the moment came I was scared
If I look at her I’ll break down
If I don’t she’ll know it somehow
When she came there wasn’t a sound

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on come on, come on

Listen for the beat of her heart
Listen as your plans fall apart
Listen but there’s nothing there
When you lose what you never had
Left with impossible plans
Listen in but you can’t hear

We knew that this could happen
I feel the distance creeping
One there in my position
Moving against my fingers
Against my human nature

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Are you through with punishing me
I thought that you would at least
Give what you promised me
Are you through with punishing me
I thought that you would at least
Give what you promised me

What would a father say
He would say to come right home
What would a father do
He would try to comfort to you

What would a father say
He would say to come right home
What would a father do…

When she came her family was there
And all her things were neatly prepared
When the moment came I was scared
If I look at her I’ll break down
If I don’t she’ll know it somehow
When she came there wasn’t a sound

Come on, come on, come on
Should have done something

Marot – by Meese

A friend gave Ted and I this song after we lost Eisley. Written by a father that had lost their daughter Margot. When I first heard it I weeped. “Come on, come on, come on”. Two words that speak volumes to me. I cry even now. My heart hoped and longed for her heartbeat to be found. Oh Eisley-girl, “Come on, come on, come on”…

Today we brought Eisley’s ashes home from the funeral home. I keep thinking “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.” And it’s not. My heart and my mind still aren’t connected the dots. Four and a half months in and still, it’s so very hard to accept. It’s my reality every single second of every day and even still…

I long, hope, “Come on, come on, come on”… and ache when the reality strikes again and again and again.

No more words… just an aching heart asking for your thoughts/prayers.