It may seem a bit silly, but there’s one song that brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it. You see one day when I was in high school, my dad came home from work and he kept repeating this line, “I loved her first”. We all thought he was just goofing off and trying to annoy us! The truth was, no one in the family had heard the song called “I Loved Her First” yet, except him. So we kept saying, “Dad, stop saying that”. However, he proceeded.
Well, a couple of days later, as I was driving home, I turned on the car radio. As soon as the chorus of this one song played, I realized this was what my dad had been singing. But then I realized, he was singing it for me the entire time!
Boy, when I got home, I found my dad as fast as I could, threw my arms around him, and told him “I loved you first!” Just retelling the story makes my eyes water, and I plan on telling it again the day I marry. But right now, I want to dedicate this song to my dad, who will always be the first man I’ve ever loved.
Hey Mr. Kingsley,
I am a broadcast journalism student at Syracuse University, but right now I am overseas studying in London. This is the first time that I’ve spent the Thanksgiving holiday away from my family since I was born. My family means everything to me and one thing that we all agree on is country music. I can remember one Thanksgiving, it was after dinner and all of my family members were gathered in the family room as my little cousin who at the time was about 7 years old, sang “Live Like You Were Dying” by Tim McGraw. And when he got all shy because he forgot the words, the whole family started in to sing. I'll never forget the tears of joy that rolled down my grandmother's face.
If you could please play that song for them on your show, I’m sure it would remind them that even though I couldn’t be there this holiday weekend, I am still thinking about them and missing them all the time.