"The Book Of My Life"

I just blogged...which I have not done in quite a while. Been in the midst of life's ups & downs, highs & lows. I just realized how good it feels to write. How I feel the heaviness lifted, like when I am at church on Sundays, when I pray to God day in & day out. I do not get to write any longer, as I do not have internet any longer.

A song came to mind & speaks of many things in my life, as songs often do. We all have a soundtrack to our lives & this is one song, in the playlist of my life. The lyrics truly speak to me...in many ways, maybe not all ways...but most.

Enjoy...



Sting
"The Book Of My Life"

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

On Wing...

Always there in my life...
This dear, sweet, kind, loving soul.
A mother, a sister, a friend.
Every memory of family has you in it...my childhood, my teen years & up until now & always will hold your memory close to my heart. A silent, shy person who stood in the side lines, patient & loving. You may have kept to yourself, and may not always have had a lot to say over the years...but again, you were always there. My beautiful sister-in-law Debbie, much like you...I too do not have alot to say, but your kind & gentle ways speak volumes of the person you are & have always been. I was a baby when you came into our family. Your son & I raised like brother & sister. You took us to concerts, the circus, shared in family traditions with us (baking cookies, making gingerbread houses, dyeing easter eggs, etc.), driving us to school each day & letting us help you on your paper routes as kids :-),the memories are countless, as they are far too many to name. You may have only given birth to 3 beautiful children, whom I might add are all a reflection of your soul...but you mothered your two sister-in-laws as well, and any other child that entered your home. Your ways were undeniably the model of a kind & gentle woman, salt of the earth. I will ALWAYS love you my dearest sister...and hope as you make your journey into Heaven, that you take with you the knowledge in knowing you have touched the lives of everyone who was blessed to know you. I love you Debbie...more than mere words can say. May you have peace & feel the pain of your wretched cancer no more.

Today, the family was together for you...we smiled when we wanted to cry & tried hard to be brave for you, and your loving children.

Merry Christmas Debbie...I love you.