The Scientist and fatherhood.


Coldplay, “The Scientist”

My daughter is in Vancouver visiting family. When she was a baby, before CD singles had completely died out, I owned The Scientist and would play it for her when it was time for her to sleep; I would rock her in the dark, singing softly along as she drifted off.

I know it’s meant to be some hauntingly romantic song, but in truth, the only love I can think of as eternal as those in the song is the love that parents have for their children. I remember listening and feeling like I was hearing all the words in a completely new perspective.

She’s close to eight years old now. I’m sure she doesn’t remember the song, but I do, and I miss her then like I miss her now, all the way across the country.

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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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