Sunday, September 8, 2013

Missing You

When 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.
She 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 yet to do;
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad;
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday
Just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye 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 it all starts anew."
"I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last;
And since each day's the same day,
There's no longing for the past."
"But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true;
Though at times you did do things,
You knew you shouldn't do."
"But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free;
So won't you 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.

attributed to David M. Romano - 1993

15 years ago you left us.
Missing you every one of them

Monday, September 2, 2013

Storytelling Sunday: September

Oh my, is it that time already??

I cant believe that September has crept up on us so fast....has anyone started the Christmas countdown yet? ;-)

I cant believe it is the first Sunday of the month already, which means that it must be time to join Sian in telling a precious story.

Since it's September, I figured I would tell a love story. Not a common garden slushy one. I am not really a 'romance' kind of person. I like to see the romance in an unconventional way.

I thought I would share my wedding ring since it's our 4 year anniversary this month.

    However, I figured that's a fairly obvious precious and since I am trying to avoid the obvious....!

So, instead, here is something that I hold very dear...

  .....the first present the husband ever bought me.

Professor Yaffle is my favourite character from Bagpuss and knowing this, he rocked home with this little ornament for me. We hadn't been going out for long but it remains my favourite present from him because he saw him in a window and thought of me.
It is a little beaten up (it may have been dropped and repaired a couple of times!!) but I love him and he always serves as a good reminder that my husband knows me better than I realise....

...which has just reminded me of the time he came home from the supermarket with a pair of scissors because my ones had broken. I thought I didn't have them anymore but low and behold....

Isn't it amazing what you keep?!!

The simple things.

 Maybe that is my precious after all.....that my hubby knows I am easily pleased lol