We'll Let the Rest Of The World Go By

LET THE REST OF THE WORLD GO BY A SONG FROM 1919 'With someone like you, a pal good and true, I’d like to leave it all behind and go and find. A place that’s known to God alone. Just a spot we could call our own. We’ll find perfect peace, Where joys never cease, Out there beneath a kindly sky. We’ll build a sweet, little nest, Somewhere in the west, And let the rest of the world go by." Well it didn't quite turn out like we intended...but we tried...

How I Spend My Sleepless Nights - painting

Just When I Needed You Most

Happy Birthday, Laura

Happy Birthday, Laura

Some Days You Gotta Dance

Some Days You Gotta Dance

Tell Me Where You Are

"I have lost you -the pain is hard to bear
Do I have to go through life knowing you're not there?
 I sit here and remember all the lovely times we shared
   the talks- the laughter- of every one you cared.
 I am told the pain will ease in time and I will think of you without a tear
 but that will be impossible as I need to have you here.
You were the very world to me - my ever guiding star
 Just kiss me softly on the cheek and tell me where you are."

Poetry

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break." ~William Shakespeare--- Poetry has always been able to move me to tears, moreso than any other medium of expression with the possible exception of music. My thanks to those who post these beautiful poems. They give us insight, and the realization that others feel as we often feel, even those with the remarkable gift of putting those feelings into words that rock the soul.---- Wave of sorrow, Do not drown me now: I see the island Still ahead somehow. I see the island And its sands are fair: Wave of sorrow, Take me there. -Langston Hughes

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Treasurers Of Our Heart

Matthew 6:19-21 King James Version

19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: 20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

Homes can be rebuilt, trees can be replanted, flowers will bloom again - someday... Treasurers on earth can easily become more than just our home, our car, our - whatever - The true treasurers of our heart can become our family, our beloved soul-mate...the one you shared with and loved day and night for your entire life ..that also can be corrupted, and WILL be taken away one day - "For most people grief never completely goes away but recedes in the background and over time healing diminishes the pain of loss. Missing your loved one may be an ongoing part of your life but it does not interrupt your life....life goes on." ...ie, homes can be rebuilt, trees can be replanted....

Jo Ann 2/02/1942 - 2/09/2014

My sister - Jo Ann - I am 7 years her senior - when Bob and I married she was only 11...We remained in Covington for just one year - the balance of our life together we lived elsewhere - not close to mother and my two youngest siblings...The two years we were in San Jose, Ca. and the 13 years we lived in Chicago our visits with the family were few and far between... I believe JoAnn was only 15 years old when she married. She and Frank Smith had 7 children...6 boys and finally, the seventh was a girl!!!! Life was certainly not easy for them...they lost two of their children - one a teenager, the other a young adult - about 10 years ago she suffered a major heart attach that damaged over half of her heart and had lived with a disability every since. - Frank's mother was very ill for a long time and they took her into their home and cared for her. - JoAnn endured through many hardships - she endured with optimism and hopefulness..and I'm proud of her. She was always so tiny - most years did not weight 100 lbs..but she was one of the strongest persons that I've known. ..I'm grateful for the time last summer that she came to Alabama and spent a week with me !!! And I'm so thankful that I was able to go to Houston and spend a few days with her at the hospital before she died. When I think of her I will recall her "perkiness" and her forthrightness - and I will smile. She was always completely frank, without hesitation. I will celebrate her life with a toast and be thankful and proud that she was my sister. To her children -I pray that their sadness and great sense of loss will pass and that happy memories of their life together will be what remains. Her family was her life - her joy - what kept her going..now rest in peace little sister..I love you...

Don't Wanta Get Over You

Old memories have the damndest way of showing up at the most unusual time. They can walk right through the darkest part of your mind and turn on every light- Or take a perfect crystal day and turn it into a misty shade of blue... I still see your dark eyes almost everywhere I turn, I keep standing on the bridges I thought that I had burned, I can still feel you near me in everything I try to do - And the only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never, no I never got over you