Only Love Remains

 My sister and me with my Dad in his POSSIBILITARIAN t-shirt 

My sister and me with my Dad in his POSSIBILITARIAN t-shirt 

On November 9, 2017, My Dad died. I sang to him all afternoon on the last day of his life. After awhile I ran out of lullabies, so I started making one up. I finished it the next day on the plane back to LA, to pick up a black dress and my family. It felt like I was writing it with him. It's a co-write. 

My Dad always pointed out to me that I was an artist. He put me on a train as a young kid to draw at the Art Institute of Chicago in weekend studio classes. He taught me to be humbly interested, to observe the world around me. If it weren't for that, I do not think I would be doing this podcast (and if I I hadn't had such a klunky, messy, true, good-hearted relationship with him). He and I were the two Sagittarians in the family- always inspired to get to the truth of the matter. I'm grateful for him, and I am grateful for you. 

Happy Thanksgiving. Hug your Dad.

xoxo

Amy

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Only Love Remains

Jerry Loftus/Amy Loftus

 

The moon and the stars

the sun on the flowers

the trees line the streets

waiting for rainshowers

 

the blood sweat and tears

the hours and the years

snow spring and heat

triumphs and fears

 

from outer space

all the way to this place

only love remains

only love remains

la la la la la la la la la la

la la la la

only love remains

 

the calendar page

the work and the wage

suddenly you see

your children age

 

the planes to the car

miles near and far

we come home to pray

you to the moon and the stars

Amy Loftus