She's held on to that grudge
All her life
And thirty years of anger
Since her dad walked out that night
She thinks of all the moments
That he's missed
All the birthdays, ballets, first dates
It seems too much to forget
She gets that call that said he
Don't have long
She walks in, he starts crying
The past is gone

Things that matter
Things that don't

Was Listening to the radio and this song came on by Rascall Flatts...this is more of a personal entry today...in reflection of the many things that are cur...