The Day After

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So it's the day after Valentines day, and I survived. Not without my own screw ups for better or worse. I think this time I screwed up on purpose just to force the issue. Sometimes the things we want most for ourselves are the worst things for us.

So I picked myself up, brushed off the dust, and know that God has more for me to learn and do. I ask God almost every day....Whats the deal? Why can't I see the big picture? By all rights, I should be dead right now. God, however must have a reason for keeping me alive. I really don't know what that is. I can guess or speculate, but no more.

Here are the lyrics to a  song I love and now has special meaning. I guess I just want to be remembered by the ones I love and that they know how much it meant to me to have them in my life. There is one person who has put up with more of my whining and crying than anyone should ever have to put up with, and that is my good friend Susie. Also Darlene has been and Angel, and of course Robin has my respect and although it is unlikely we will ever talk or see each other again, there will always be a special place for you in my heart.

As I look at the valleys down below
They are green just as far as I can see
As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be 
 
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
Well, I wonder if you ever think of me
Or has time erased your memory
As I listen to the breeze whisper gently through the trees
I wonder if you ever think of me

High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be

High on a mountain top
Thinking about the days that used to be
And I wonder if you ever think of me