As I sat here today thinking of what I wanted to write about in my April blog entry, the first thing that came to mind was my co-writer friend Doug Jackson. For most of you out there in Twitter land and Facebook you may have seen my message about the loss of my dear friend and co-writer Doug Jackson.

Doug and I met on a music site called Number One Music, and for those of you who don’t know, it’s a site to where you can place your music and share with others who also have their music posted, it’s a site a lot like Reverbnation, but has these crazy little things called blincoins that you get when you share others music and they in turn can earn coins to share your music, into their Twitter or Facebook page. The more you share the more you can earn for promotions, it is time consuming to say the least but it does get your music out into the world. My main goal is to share my music with others, and hope that something in the lyrics that I write can open their hearts and touch them the way that music can sometimes heal a soul.

One day on March 30, 2017 Doug contacted me in a Direct message thanking me for sharing his music, and paid me a big compliment on my music, and from there on the friendship began. Doug was such a diamond in the rough, he was a songwriter who should have been rewarded for his many hours of dedication over the years, of writing song lyrics as well as all the melodies that go with them. Doug was confident in his abilities as a songwriter, and he knew he was good at it, but just didn’t have the means to do any marketing on his music. To him it wasn’t about the fame and fortune, it was about touching lives through his music. So many songs of Doug’s like mine are written from true to life events. We always talked about how if we could just help 1 person on a rough, and difficult day through our music we will have known we done our job. That is truly all that matters. But we always said, if we made a couple of bucks here and there that would be great too, because then we could get more music out into the world.

Doug and I had plans of doing many songs together this year and hoped to get them recorded over the next few months. We honestly wanted to share as many songs as we could, and both were looking forward to it. Some how God had different plans for Doug, must have needed a special songwriter in the heavens above. As even Doug’s song “Memories of You” you can see where in his writing that he says “God works in mysterious ways.” And isn’t that the truth. Little did we both know that God had different plans for Doug.

On the evening of March 28, 2018 Doug sent me a quick note saying he had a question he wanted to ask me about the latest song I wrote and he was putting the melody to it. It was late here in California so would have been the wee hours of the morning on March 29th. He said that he’d get back to me, but he was so excited that he came up with something, he said sometimes he has to just think about a song for awhile and usually eventually a melody would come to him sooner or later. So, when the melody came to him for this particular song, he was excited! He knew how much this song meant to me. The song we were working on was a song about my childhood and growing up and losing my mother to suicide, I know not a #1 hit by no means, but I know it would hit home for someone in the world. I remember as a child of 3 years old always begging my mother to never leave me, but little did I know something as horrific as abuse as a child took my mother’s life later on in life. My mother was a beautiful woman, full of life but her abusive childhood came back to haunt her later on in life, which in turn lead her to taking her own life. This song was going to be a song to help me heal from the pain I have felt ever since that day on May 19, 1994. Yes, 24 years ago this May 19th. You know they always say that time heals, it doesn’t completely heal, you just get through it, but you never get over it. At least not for me, but music is so healing, so comforting to me. That is why I love sharing my stories with the world. In hopes that I can help someone else that may be going through the same thing or something like it.

When a few days went by, and no word from Doug, I thought it was very unusual for him he always contacted me a few times a week just to check and see how I was doing, and when no messages came I began to worry. So, all the usually stuff came across my mind, his computer broke down, he was in the process of getting all his tax preparation’s ready to file, so thought he was just working on that as tax time was approaching quickly. But still I sent messages to all his usually places, and nothing… This wasn’t like Doug.

I was talking to a friend of mine on Twitter who is also a friend of Doug’s to see if she may have heard from him and she too hadn’t heard anything? I am not a big fan of Facebook so don’t spend much time there, but she suggested we go and see if there was any post on his Facebook page, and we both saw that he had passed away on March 30th. The shock that we both felt, the tears we cried together, how could this be? I had just talked to him the day before his passing, he wasn’t sick or if he was he didn’t say anything and for the most part Doug told me he felt pretty healthy. The post just read that Doug pasted away on March 30th, and there was a link to his Obituary and his service was on April 2, 2018. April 2, 2018 was the 2nd anniversary to my Father’s passing away. When we saw this, it was the evening of April 16, 2018.

My heart breaks for such a dear friend, and I felt awful that I didn’t even know for so long. I do not know what happened and to this day guessing it doesn’t really matter. But do know he was a true believer in God, and so he’s in God’s hands now. My only hope is that his family will find the last song we were working on so that I can finish it and get it recorded. I hope that Doug can some how get a message to them, somehow, some way, because “God truly does work in Mysterious ways”.

Here is a quote that Doug said to me in one of his messages, Songs are just our Blessings to the People and, if we can offer them even one word, or one note that speaks to their hearts and souls, then we’ve done our job.” And he is right. I thank God that he allowed me to be a part of Doug’s final year on this Earth. He taught me so many things about songwriting and about life in general, he would joke about the reason we got along so well is because we both are the sign of Virgo, and he referred to that often. He told me I worried too much and he was right about that too. He told me that I said Thank you too much, and I told him it was just the way I was raised and would try to watch how many times I said it, but for him to remember if I don’t say it, it’s because he didn’t want me to. Doug knew at times I struggled with some things and he told me, “Be true to YOU no matter what.”

Life goes on now and so does the music inside my heart, I will continue on working on my songwriting and messages I would like to send out into the world, and I hope you will continue on listening. I have a attached his song below and hope you’ll take the time to listen, I know it will touch your heart too.   I will hold a special place in this chapter of my life as I turn the page and move forward, but just know that his story will always be book marked, some place to go back to and remember, “Memories of You”.

Thank you so much for reading my story and my April 2018 Blog

With Love, Sheri Lynn

“Memories of You” by Doug Jackson

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I figured it was time to write another entry for my March blog. On April 2, 2016 my father passed away so we are coming up on the 2nd anniversary of his passing.

So much weighs heavy on my heart, because sometimes life you have to make important decisions and try to know you made all the right choices. I know deep down in my heart that I did, but sometimes in my mind things come back and make me second guess myself.

My father was very sick when we had to take him to the Emergency that late afternoon. Somehow the fear in his eyes told me the day we placed him in the car, that he was never coming back home. See my father stayed away from doctors his whole life, he always felt that they were too quick to throw a pill at you then to try and figure out what was wrong with you, so he wanted no part of it. Which to this day, I believe if my father would have trusted doctors he would have never lived as long as he did.

But this time with all the weight loss, labored breathing, weakness and not being able to eat, we knew he was in serious trouble. We granted dad his wish, no doctors long enough. But finally, the day came, and I told dad we can’t do this anymore, that we had to get him to the doctor, he begged, I cried, I so badly wanted to grant him his wish, but knew I had to get him some medical help. So, we finally loaded him in the car that evening and took him to the hospital emergency, he wouldn’t allow us to call an ambulance, so we carried him to the car.

After arriving at the hospital, we found out that dad had a hiatal hernia, for those who don’t know what that is, it meant his stomach was sucked up into his chest cavity, he was in serious trouble. The little hospital had to find a larger hospital with specialist to treat his condition, so he was sent out by ambulance, but he needed several pints of blood before they would even transfer him. The doctor asked dad if he wanted the surgery, and dad said yes, he wanted to live, he knew that was his only hope. The doctors told us that dad could die with the surgery, but he would definitely die without it, so I had no choice but to sign the papers for his surgery. As we waited, we just knew that it was going to be very slim that dad would survive, but dad had such a will to live. The doctors came out and said that dad survived the surgery, but they were unsure if his stomach would ever work again.

The plan was to put a feeding tube into dad’s stomach, but even then, the stomach wouldn’t work, so at that time we knew there really wasn’t much they could do for dad. Dad was not allowed to eat anything or drink anything for the next 5 weeks, the only thing keeping him alive was in his IV’s. His body grew weaker, but even at that, dad would talk about going home.

I would travel over 100 miles daily to be by dad’s side, we’d talk about everyday things in life, but not once did dad talk about dying. Once I remember I tried to get him to talk, so asked him if there was anything that he wanted me to get for him at the house, or anything that he wanted to tell me, the only thing he said was, “Oh, you might want to go and get that gallon of milk you bought, I sure wouldn’t want that to go to waste.” I just smiled and said, “Okay dad.”

As each week passed, infections set in, more test were ran and test revealed that dad had a mass on his lung, and a mass on his liver which were cancer, kidney failure, emphysema and pneumonia too. But he still talked about going home, and how he needed to get a new battery for his truck.

After 30 days in a hospital and if they can’t treat you anymore they want you out. They wanted to transfer dad to this place that was across town, I went to check it out and it was horrible, they had 4 people per tiny little room, we felt that being dad had good insurance he deserved to be in a nicer place, so I told them there was no way that they were going to put him there. At least at the hospital he had a private room most the time.

On Easter Sunday morning, my kids and grand-daughter came, and little Emma was doing her Easter egg hunt, when the cell phone rang, it was the doctor on the other end of the line, my heart sank. He said that he felt there was nothing more they could do with dad, and he suggested it was time to stop all the nonsense, because the outcome was still going to be the same, dad wasn’t going to live. I agreed that dad had been through enough for the past 5 weeks. So that day the doctor asked if they could remove all dad’s IV’s, and allow everything to be in God’s hands, and God’s time and I said, “Yes, it’s time.” I asked the doctor how long dad would have after the removal of everything and he said probably 4 or 5 days. So, after the Easter Egg hunt, it was time to head to the hospital to see dad. When I walked in, dad sat there with a smile. He held his arms up and said, “Look, no tubes!” He was so happy, we talked off and on for the next couple of hours, then it was time to leave and let dad get his rest.

We found a beautiful Hospice home in Hughson, CA for dad, he was transferred on Tuesday evening. When we arrived, he seemed so much more relaxed and was so happy to be out of the hospital, the hardest part for me was, I think dad thought he was just at a rehab facility to get stronger so that he could go home. To this day, I cry because I don’t know if he was trying to protect me, or I was just protecting him? He was happy, they were allowing him to eat jello and broth after not having anything for 5 full weeks, and he was so happy about that too. Little did he know that his stomach wasn’t working and all of what was being ate was coming out one of the tubes in his back. I don’t think he realized that his stomach was never going to ever work again.

On Wednesday family came and went. Dad had a busy day, one of his favorite little great granddaughters came for a visit. Dad kept asking me if little Emma would ever remember him, I kept reassuring him she would. Emma was 16 months old at the time, and remembers her visit, when we talk about it now. I brought in some M&M’s for dad to share with her like he did when she would come to visit at his house. I took a small video on my phone and Emma still watches it often. After we left that day so that dad could get some rest, little did I know that dad would make such a drastic change through the night.

I arrived on Thursday morning, I walked in his room and his eyes were shut, I walked over to the bed and softly said, “Hi dad, it’s Sheri how are you doing?” Dad raised his hand up and reached for me, I grabbed it and he opened his eyes slightly and said with a smile, “Your hands are so cold.” I smiled back and said, “And your hands are warm, dad.” I then said, “You know what they say dad, cold hands warm heart.” Dad opened his eyes one more time with a smile and said, “That’s right.” Those were the last words we spoke, the last real conversation that we had. Dad died 2 days later on Saturday night April 2, 2016.

The hardest part of all this was telling the doctor “Yes, it’s time.” Not a choice anyone wants to make. But I feel that being dad survived the hernia surgery was a miracle, and God chose to bless us with 5 ½ weeks of living, loving, and saying good-bye. Even though dad had to go to his new home, I am sure he was happy once he met up with Mom again. God, I hope they are both happy…

Thank you for taking the time to read my March Blog, sometimes it just helps to talk about life, and share life with others to show that, we all live, love, and sooner or later have to say good-bye….

Sending much love to you all, Sheri Lynn

My song “Times Like These” was written based on this true to life story.

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February 28, 2018

Well, this year seems to be moving along rather quickly, and this thing we call “Life” has many twists and turns for sure!

My journey as a song lyric writer has some exciting rewards from time to time, with communicating with many talented Artists who are in the spotlight and some who are not. But you know what? We all have a little “Star Quality” inside us, we just have to find it and share it with the world!

I enjoy sharing other Artists music, as well as my own songs I’ve written. I’ve always felt what good is a song if it’s not shared and If nobody hears it? There are so many songs with important messages inside them, that others can relate to. That can lift their spirits, there are songs that can also bring tears, but sometimes that’s not a bad thing, it’s a good thing, because you know it’s touched right down to their very soul. When emotions surface, you know you’ve found a song with a purpose.

Songs of Love most everyone can relate to, weather it be family, friend, spouse, lover or even the family pet! Love is one of the biggest emotions we all carry around with us. I truly feel we were put on this Earth to “Love and Be Loved in Return.” So, songs about Love or breaking up can touch many hearts. You can open up someone’s eyes and heart, to show just how much you care just by sharing one of your favorite Love songs with that special someone. When they hear the song, it will instantly be processed into their memory and each and every time it is heard, that memory will surface. That’s just what music does, now how cool is that.

One memory that quickly comes to mind today while writing this is a song from my youth. The songs title is “Sherry Baby” by Franki Valli & the Four Seasons. One day when I was riding the school bus home from High School, this song came on the radio, everyone on the school bus was singing the song and looking at me. Embarrassed yes, but what a fun memory to look back on. So now once in a blue moon I hear that song being played and it takes me back to another place and time. Yes, music and memories…

So, with all this being said, I hope you continue on enjoying your favorite music, and remember if you want to make a special memory, share some music with someone you love, make a memory that last a lifetime, we are only on this Earth such a short time, so make the best of it, with music!

When you find a song you enjoy buy it, share it, and most of all Enjoy it and, in the end, everyone is rewarded!

Till next time, sending love to all,

Sheri Lynn

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Well, closing out the first month of 2018, and all has been busy so far, My Twitter Followers have increased to over 12K now, so not bad for a little over 2 years. I must say it takes time and effort to get Followers and all, but you meet so many wonderful people all over the world along the way.

Some you meet with kindness and respect, and like anything now and then you come across those who aren’t that way, but that’s okay. That’s what makes us all different, and I try to give everyone a chance to become a follower and a friend. I enjoy connecting with people who have a story to tell, who enjoy music and the likes. I think back of when I started this Twitter journey to now and am amazed at all the things that have opened my eyes, touched my heart, and at times made me feel sadness. All the emotions that one goes through on a daily basis can happen when communicating all over the world. But there is always a ray of sunshine too, in those who have a kind word to say, who give you a moment of their time to stop by just to say hello, can really brighten up one’s day. So, for this I thank you.

You may wonder what things can bring on a feeling of sadness, so I write this a short story of someone whom I met here on Twitter about a year ago. His name was Anthony Davis, he started following me and always enjoyed my music, so would ask questions about what the story behind the songs were, or how I came to write a certain song. Then one day I saw how he enjoyed my music so much, so I decided to put together a Cd of all the songs I had written and sent him one. He was so grateful and thankful. I knew I had a true fan of my work, my songwriting.

As time went on all was fun to chat once and awhile about music, and everyday life. I don’t know why but sometimes I sense things, and about a week before he passed away a thought crossed my mind. What if someone was your friend on Twitter and something should happen to them will you ever know? Or would their account just disappear and you’d never know what happened to them. To this day, I feel it was a premonition. I was telling Anthony one day about someone almost hitting me in a parking lot near a retail business, but felt that I was protected by an Angel, I felt something hold me and grab me pulling me back, to this day, I don’t know how that car that drove past so fast didn’t hit me? I even saw the fear in the eyes of the driver in his rearview mirror, he just didn’t see me.

Anthony made a comment that he was thankful that nothing happened and joked, “I can be your Mississippi Angel.” That was on May 4, 2017. The day before that, he tagged me in a song “Only God Knows Why” by Kidd Rock. Now looking back, what do you see? I see signs, this song’s title, “Only God Knows Why.” And the last conversation “I can be your Mississippi Angel.” The last contact was on that May 4, 2017. Was it preparing me for what news I was about to receive…

There was no contact for the next 3 days, I thought maybe he was taking a break from Twitter or something, then on the 4th day which was May 8th there was a post from one of Anthony’s son’s, letting all his Twitter followers know that their father Anthony Davis had passed away. I was shocked, how could this be? I had only known him for 3 short months as a friend and now he’s gone. But this is a perfect example of God brings people into our lives for a reason, and sometimes they stay and sometimes they are called away, and can only be in our lives for a short while.

I do not understand why, but I am thankful for that short friendship, and all the kind words that Anthony spoke to me as a friend and fan of my music. As I look back I can say there truly is a “Mississippi Angel” above looking down, and the only answer I can come up with for someone to leave this world the way Anthony did and at such a young age is, “Only God Knows Why.”

So, in closing I need to say, “Cherish your friendships on Twitter, and in your everyday life, you never know how long that friendship will last. Learn to respect and love people for who they truly are, and all that love and respect will come back to you.” Always be humble and kind to whomever you come into contact with because in reality you never truly know what they are going through in their lives.
Hope you all have had a wonderful January, and I hope you’ve enjoyed my story of a Twitter friend who is gone, but never forgotten, my “Mississippi Angel Friend…”

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

Sending Happiness Always, Sheri Lynn

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January 12, 2018

Here we are the start of a New Year, and New Beginnings! Looking back to 2017, we try and see where we’ve been and how much further in this book of life we’ve come, we hope that we can pick up some of the memories and reflect just what we’ve gone through and how we survived another year.

My year has been full of joy, pain and excitement! In March of 2017 my second grandchild Isabella “Bella” was born adding another Blessing to the family. She joins here sister Emma who is now 3 years old, and they make quite a pair, and are working on the sister bond as I write this. Both cute in their own way, and send out much love to all they come in contact with.

I had a bad bout with Bronchitis in March which landed me in the Hospital Emergency room, but was lucky to have a doctor who prescribed all the right things to get me feeling better, took a few weeks, but am thankful I went as what was going on with my health was not getting any better.

Had a few Health issues which lead me to 2 surgeries in August, when a doctor says to you, be prepared for the worse pain of your life, you have to listen, and hope that they are wrong, but in reality you find out they were right, recovering from the 2 surgeries has been a long and painful road, and is life changing with the news of not lifting anything over 10 pounds the rest of my life, never really thought about how much things weighed until now, and it really limits a person more than one would think. But I am slowly adjusting, the hardest part of all this is, I can’t pick up my granddaughters, if I should it can cause problems and undo all the repairs that the doctors fixed.

I have been busy working on a couple more songs that I would like to get recorded this year, so be on the look out for those! I love to see the lyrics come to life with music, and hope I can continue on bringing music to touch lives around the world! If you haven’t taken the time to listen to any of the songs I’ve written, I hope you take the time to do so, as all my songs have a story and carry a message. They are songs of Love, Life and Loss…

Finally, the end of the year brought me another one of the best Memories of all for 2017. I was able to have a Quick hello with one of my all time favorite Country Artist none other than “Travis Tritt!” On this day November 11th in Merced, CA I was able to meet not only Travis Tritt, I also met his son Tristan. Such a wonderful family, a family that shows respect and are grateful to their fans, a day that for me will always be Special. As I recall that night, it always brings a smile to my face and a good feeling in my heart, that such a small act of kindness by Travis Tritt, really marked a day in my life I will never forget!

So, there you go, a year of joy, pain and excitement all wrapped up in 2017! Now on to 2018, what will this New Year bring? Only time will tell, but for all of you reading this blog, I wish you much peace, love and happiness. May your 2018 bring you all you’ve ever dreamed of, go out into the world and make a difference, just give a little of yourself and you will receive more blessings in your life than you ever imagined.

Until next time, sending much Love your way to All…

Love and Happiness, Sheri Lynn

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I wanted to share a story of a little girl who was 6 years old, she was the youngest of 3 children, she had an older brother and sister. Her sister fell very ill to a kidney disease that took the family by surprise, and changed there everyday living. With running to and from doctor’s appointments, and many hospital visits. The fear was always there, but the little girl still hung on to hope, that maybe, just maybe God would make things better someday and they could live a more normal life.

The little girl never really knew that her family was poor, she had a warm home they lived in, clothes on her back, and many were hand me downs or goodwill purchases but still she didn’t realize or see this as being poor. She knew she had family love, and that was all that mattered to her. Her sister got so sick that she was placed in San Francisco Hospital for almost a year, so the family was torn apart by her parents wanting to be there for her sister but her father knowing that the medical bills were soaring, so he had to keep working, so they would go to visit the little girl’s sister on the weekends. In those days siblings weren’t able to go into the rooms, so the little girl and her brother would stay behind with family or a family friend. Life was never easy for the little girl, and she hoped that one-day things would get better.

Christmas rolled around and the little girl overheard her parents talking that Santa was coming to a nearby Town, and she was going to be able to visit Santa! The excitement this little girl felt inside was beyond anything she ever dreamed of, she was really going to get to see Santa! Oh, how wonderful would that be to visit Santa Clause! To tell Santa her Christmas Wishes!

The Little Girl was so excited when the day arrived, as she got into the car and her parents drove to the town nearby, her heart was racing, she had a smile from ear to ear, which felt so good as she felt she had enough sadness going on in her life that it was time for a little happiness, but somehow, she still felt a little guilty too, her sister was sick and all she wanted was for the family to get back to the way things were.

As the car pulled up to this hall where Santa was going to be handing out Christmas Gifts, the little girls heart began to race with happiness yet nervousness too. How will Santa know that the little girl was there, Will Santa call her name, the little girl thought? She sat there as each child was called one by one to the stage where Santa was handing out beautifully wrapped presents for all the children. Finally, Santa called the little girl up on stage by name, as she walked up to see Santa, her brown eyes got bigger and bigger, what will Santa choose? As Santa reached down for a package, that she thought was huge, after all kids always think the bigger the present, the better the gift! She thanked Santa, and slowly walked back to where her parents were sitting. She sat there wondering, “What can this be?”

On Christmas morning the little girl couldn’t wait to see what Santa had given her, as she pulled back the Christmas wrap there was this beautiful Bride doll, the little girl thought that the doll was too nice to play with, she didn’t want anything to happen to it, as it truly was a Special gift from Santa. So, the little girl, kept it close by the bed, she put the doll on a shelf so that nobody could mess with her doll.
As the little girl grew up, the doll became more special to her, she learned a powerful lesson that day. Little did she know that the only children who got to attend events such as this Santa give away, were those who were underprivileged those whose parents were struggling to give their children a Christmas. So, the little girl grew up with learning a lesson that giving is a much greater gift than receiving. To see a child’s eyes, light up where it would not otherwise. To open her eyes and look around, and do something special whenever humanly possible all year long.

To let you in on the story, that Little Girl was me. And Yes, I still have that doll many years later.   It’s only one story of a Christmas lesson I have learn and needed to share. The world has gotten so materialistic over the years, but the most important gift you can give anyone is the gift of your time, your love, and look around to see who you can help in their time of need. The other day the Police were standing outside of a Target Department store collecting toys for underprivileged children, and as I placed a couple of toys in the cart, one being a brand-new doll the tears fell down my cheeks as I walked to the car, that my only hope is I made someone’s Christmas this year…

“May God Bless you all this Christmas”
With Love, Sheri Lynn


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September 1, 2017

Today I thought its about time to write another Blog entry, it’s been way too long, since my last entry, and would like to be more consistent with sharing about my songwriting.  Today I want to share the newest song I wrote titled “Daddy I’m Right Here.” This is a song that was written to hopefully open eyes of busy parents who don’t take the time with their children and see how everyday life affects them emotionally.

The song is about a young girl, who waits by the window for her father to get home from work, the father walks in and has so much on his mind from the day, he doesn’t even see her. This goes on year after year, and the girl grows up thinking it was all her fault.  She spent many of nights wondering was it her, did she do something wrong?  But in reality it wasn’t, it was just a busy father who had too much on his mind to even notice, his daughter was hurting inside.

She grows up, and looks back on life, daddy doesn’t seem to realize that she never got to be daddy’s little girl, but mama’s sunshine instead.  The emptiness she feels inside, because she feels she never really got to know her father.   Now looking back was it really her fault?  But now with children of her own she must go on, and make for the best for her little girls, because she never wants them to feel the way she did growing up.

My hope is to open eyes of many mothers and fathers out in the world to see that they need to take time with their children, even if only for a moment when they walk in the door can make a world of difference, still sitting down as a family eating dinner and showing them your undivided attention, and asking how their day went.  Truly showing that you care, because you don’t want your children feeling like this little girl, growing up thinking it’s all their fault.

So in closing I hope you’ll take the time to listen to “Daddy I’m Right Here” with vocals by Sandi Kight. I hope if you enjoy the song you will pass it along for others to hear, because I feel if it can open the eyes of just one mother or father, this song will have made a difference.  Thank you…

Much Love, Sheri Lynn

P.S. Here is the song “Daddy I’m Right Here”


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This song was written in August 2014 when my father became very ill.  He was someone that did not have faith in doctors, so stayed away from them, and I must say it is probably what helped him to live longer in the long run.

With not knowing what was going on with my father’s health and knowing whatever was going on really was serious, I was sitting and wondering one day, how will I get through this when he goes?    How will he say good-bye?  My sister and I spent time daily checking on him, and making sure he had his meals and was eating, but dad’s breathing was labored and he was weak.  I would ask dad if I could take him to the doctor being it was obvious that something very serious was wrong with his health, but he would just say, “Not yet, there’s nothing they can do.”

One August morning I woke up and these song lyrics were coming to me, so I got up and wrote them down.  I read them over and over again, and thought I need to do something with this, I need to get this recorded, so that if something should happen to dad, I would have something to play at any service we may have for him.  Even though I knew my father loved me by his actions, I never heard him say the words.    I was looking through an American Songwriter magazine and it fell next to me and there was this ad from Aerugo Productions, so I quickly emailed and asked how quickly he could get this song recorded and back to me, that my father was very ill and I needed it  ASAP.  William the owner of Aerugo Productions wrote me back and said, he would talk to his other clients to see if they would let me go ahead of them to get this song finished in time.  The song was recorded and emailed back to me in 21 days.

Dad remained very sick for a couple of months, but by the Grace of God, dad was granted a little more time.  Not saying he didn’t have several bouts of whatever was going on with his health, he did.  When writing the song “How will He Tell Her” I always knew in dad’s eyes no matter how old I got, I would always be his little girl.  While writing the song, the tears began to fall.  Some how I knew the day would come and there would be no more tomorrows for dad.  Then on February 23, 2016 my father got so weak and sick, we could no longer abide by his pleas to not seek help.  I stood next to him pleading and asking him to let us take him to the hospital, and he just said, “No, not yet.”  I explained to him that we could get in trouble for elder abuse if he didn’t go, he still asked, “Wait a  little longer.”  After several family members talked with dad, he knew he was out numbered and finally said he would go.  We got him into the car and when we arrived at the hospital, it was the beginning, of the very near end.

Dad was transferred to the City to where there were specialist  to care for him.  He had surgeries, test after test, infections, breathing treatments, blood transfusions, and all that was keeping him alive was a TPN drip in his IV, but through all this he laid there in that hospital bed, able to talk, to smile and not once did he talk about dying,  he tried and fought so hard through it all, to keep on going.

Finally after 5 weeks in the hospital,  dad was transferred to the Hospice Home, where he spent his final 4 days.  So how did “We” say good-bye?  Our last words went like this.  I arrived to see dad on Thursday morning, when I walked in his room I said, “Hi dad.”  Dad opened his eyes and smiled and reached his hand out to me, so I held his hand.   He then said, “Your hand is cold.” And I said, “Your hand is so warm”.  As his hand was so warm to the touch.  Then l said, “You know what they say dad, cold hands warm heart.”  Dad opened his eyes one last time and smiled and said, “That’s right.”  Those were our final words, he died 2 days later on April 2, 2016……

We never know when our last words will be spoken to those we love, or how we will say good-bye, but it’s what we hold in our hearts and the memories we make, that truly matters…

With Love,  Sheri Lynn

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Hello Everyone,  first off Happy New Year to everyone! Here’s to a Healthy Happy 2017 to all!  I decided to give you an inside look at what inspired me to write a song, and how the song came about.  My plan is to do this each month on a different song, so today  I have chosen the song “Songs of Yesterday.”

“Songs of Yesterday” was the second song that I wrote when I started this journey back in 2014.  To date this song remains the all time favorite among the many fans of my music.  The thoughts behind this song are, looking back to spending time with family, sharing the love of music together.  It’s not that I lived what the lyrics are in this song, but while writing this song I was able to visualize it, so the words came freely to tell the story.

I have always been inspired by the songs recorded by George Strait, George Jones as well as many other Traditional Country Legends.  So decided to include George Strait being he’s always been my all time favorite country singing artist.

I entered Songs of Yesterday into “The Great American Songwriting Competition” in Portland, OR and became a finalist in the 2015 competition.  The judges encouraged me to continue on with my songwriting, as they felt I had a gift for songwriting.  So these few words of encouragement have kept this journey going.

I truly feel that as long as this little voice inside my head keeps telling me, “Don’t stop, you’ve got more lives to touch and more love to share.” I will continue on with this chapter of my life, and must say it has been one awesome ride!  From all the wonderful people I have met along the way!

I hope that you will continue on supporting my music, and I will be adding more songs this year so hope that you will continue on checking in from time to time, please join me on Twitter at @sheri_lynn95252 for the latest updates or here on my web page.

Thank you again for all your support and love you’ve shown it truly is appreciated.

With Love, Sheri Lynn

P.S. Here’s my “Songs of Yesterday” YouTube video

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