I didnt know you were here..lol..hope your doin well..yes its one of many on computer ..and it is written so well..wish I had a way with words but can only pass on what others are so good at....j
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That makes me think of My husband..he was the one who got this hippie girl to go country..lol..Rascal Flatts - Bless The Broken Road Lyrics
I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two Wiped my brow and kept pushing through I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you Every long lost dream lead me to where you are Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you But you just smile and take my hand You've been there you understand It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you
I've dreamed many dreams that never came true, If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, The thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you And maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity, And all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, But here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last, And since each day's the same way There's no longing for the past. You have been so faithful, So trusting and so true. Though there were times You did some things You knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven And now at last you're free. So won't you come and take my hand And share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
Beautiful, beautiful poems, Jen! There's always a special place in our hearts for those departed ones we were the most close to... What was it? The tastes we shared? Physical attraction? Family ties? The good times we spent together? Gratefulness? A combination of factors? Likewise, some memories mean the world to us, even if they were "little things" that would have had no significance to others... I'd like to discuss this topic with all of you, my friends. It might bring tears to our eyes, but also a tender smile, don't you think?
Starting with myself, one of the first people who comes to my mind is Aunt Ada, my mother's sister. She really had a full life! She married a distant relative, Uncle Augusto, who eventually became a MD and General in the Italian Army. They were both very adventurous and active. Before and during part of WW II, they moved to several , different Italian Colonies in Africa (in fact, one of their children was born in Somalia). They worked hard but had lots of fun there! The pay was good... they had servants... and enjoyed the environment. Still - it was a hardship post! Aunt Ada would be flying back and forth to Naples on military planes to visit the family... Which was rather unusual for the time! What I found most striking about her is that - no matter how difficult circumstances were - she always had a smile on her face and a positive attitude. Augusto and Ada had 10 children! It wasn't easy to look after them but they did, with apparently little effort because they were combining some kind of "military upbringing" with the "smile discipline", as she used to define her ways! The door was always open to neighbors, friends, and the needy. The house, needless to say, was always full of people! What a change for me, little Giuliana, an only child! I remember spending a few weeks in the summer and part of Christmas break with them... Those were good memories! Aunt Ada used to call me "my second daughter"! (Yes, believe it or not - she had 8 males and 1 female!) We became very close especially when my mother died... We'd spend more time together... She'd always have a special treat for me... a dinner invitation... theater tickets... a ride in the country... She had a very generous, caring nature. And she also was a beautiful woman, to the day she died, at 83! I miss her terribly but I don't cry anymore for her... because I know she's in Heaven and looking after me from there. Surely, she's happy and smiling. I love you, Aunt Ada!
I also have many sweet memories of my Dad... The trips we made together... the concerts we'd go to... his love for animals and nature, which we shared... But my fondest memories are about the many times we went to the beach. He was a great swimmer... I... Well, I can float and slowly move around! But. as a child, that didn't count. I was happy making sand castles with him... running along the shore... splashing each other... In one word: having fun! Thanks, Dad!
we were very close..and he worked so hard to make a home and my mother happy..that I remember him coming home late from work and sitting in his chair to relax a few hrs befor he would start his work day over again..while sitting in his chair he would drift off to sleep...but with his eyes open..lol..really a strange site...why he learned to sleep with his eyes open you might wonder ...was so that my mother wouldnt poke him tellin him to wake up and spend time with her..poor man worked his whole life away for her!
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When did your Dad die? He must have been a hard working man with little time left to himself and the family... Thanks for sharing... I know, as a general rule, most of our fondest memories always bring back some sad thoughts... Either because we wish our deceased loved ones could have been able to enjoy life more... Or because we wish we'd have behaved differently, etc. My mother and I, for instance, loved each other very much, but we'd be arguing all the time over insignificant things... it was simply a matter of having different approaches/view points. What a waste of energies! Too bad I didn't realize it then...