It Wasn't My Intention / Gail Brunston (Daughter)Read >>
It Wasn't My Intention / Gail Brunston (Daughter)
It Wasn't My Intention
Another day for you to wonder, another day for you to mourn It wasn’t my intention to go before the coming dawn My pain was deep within my heart and troubled head It wasn’t my intention to go without words said.
My frame of mind seemed normal, or so I heard them say It wasn’t my intention not to see another day I did not mean to make you suffer or cause you so much pain It wasn’t my intention to never see you again.
Despair and confusion left my aching mind unsure It wasn’t my intention to suddenly close life’s door If only I could give you reasons and brush the tears away It wasn’t my intention to leave you and not stay.
I did not mean for you to grieve, now left alone to cry It wasn’t my intention to leave you, forever asking why As the burdens of life’s worries slowly ebb from my heart it wasn’t my intention to tear your soul apart.
You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he lived, You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him Or you can be full of the love that you shared, You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Feel the same.... / Charlie Blair (none)
I feel the same about my dad. He too was in the Army and in Germany years ago. he has been driving a semi for as long as I can remember. He is still driving this very day. We both love truck driving songs and Red Sovine is my favorite. I pray for the very best for you and your family. Just like my dad will always be in my prayers; keep your dad in yours. Close
Just wanted to write you a note to let you know I am thinking of you today. You would be sixty-two years old today. It is really hard to picture you being that old, because I can only see the young man that was my dad. I miss you so much and days like today just makes it that much harder. Do you know in another three months I will be thirty-six! That was how old you was when you died. I have always believed I would die when I was either thirty-three or thirty-six, I don't really know why except that I could never picture myself being older than my dad. I am still waiting for the day to come so I will finally know why you did what you did, and I am hoping that the day I die I will know-I can't stand the idea of spending eternity not knowing-spending the rest of my life on earth not knowing is bad enough. I have always believed that when you die all your questions about God and about life and death will be answered. That is the only question I can say that I honestly want answered. Your oldest grandson will be eighteen in thirteen days, if seems like only yesterday he was a baby, now he is on his way to being a man--i hate that--I wish he was still little. I can remember saying I would be glad when he was grown, and mama told me that I better value my time while he is little because kids grow up so fast--years later I understand what she meant.She was right about that...but we're not gonna tell her she was right-shshsh--we will keep that little secret to ourselves. well not much more to write to you about--until next time love ya & miss you much Love Gail
A Trucker's Prayer / A Prayer To Keep You Safe Read >>
A Trucker's Prayer / A Prayer To Keep You Safe
Dear God above bless this truck I drive, help me keep someone alive, Be my mortal sight this day on streets where little children play. Bless my helper fast asleep when the night is long and deep. Keep my cargo safe and sound through the hours big and round. Make my judgement sound as steel, Be my hands upon the wheel. Bless the traveler going past-teach him not to go so fast. Give me strengh for every trip, so I may care for what they ship, and make me mindful every mile life is but a little while. Amen
This prayer is for a truck driver in Morgan City, La.
MY Gifts From You. / BETH (wife)
When you left, you left behind broken hearts and sad memories.But you also left three wonderful children.You would be proud of them. You also left seven beautiful grandchildren.Kevin has your daredevil attitude towards almost everything. Cameron has your kind and loving heart.I'm sorry you'll never know the real legacy you left behind. Close
Private Letter / For Your Eyes Only
Dear Daddy, I decided to write you a letter,like I did when I was little. It's easier to think of something to say if it's done on paper. As you know I moved to Mississippi to be close to your family-I just always thought if I was close to them, I would always be close to you. But to me it just seems like your family is trying to forget that you ever existed. And I am the one that is reminding them of someone they are trying to forget. I was only Ten years old when you died and there is alot of things I can't remember about you. I do remember loving you more than anyone on this earth. And I can remember wanting to die with you and praying every night that I would-I missed you and it didn't seem right that you was dead and I was still alive. And I learned at a young age not to ask grandma anything about you because someone told me that it made her cry to talk about you, so I never ask your family to many questions about you-because I didn't want them to cry. When I got older I would ask uncle Tommy different questions about you. I am thirty-four years old and I just found out about a week ago that you use to sang with aunt Sue at church when you was a teen-ager--and that you taught a sunday school class at Mt. Tabor Church. When I was younger I thought you had never been baptized-that worried me for a long time. I knew that you believed in God and that you was a good person. Aunt Sue told me that you was baptized at Mt. Tabor with uncle Tommy and Aunt Jamie. The reason for this letter is to let you know that I am moving back to Louisiana, only one reason I don't want to move back to louisiana is that your grave is here in Mississippi. I need to be around my family now-people that I know care about me. Instead of people that pretend to because I am your daughter. I have to have some test done on the knot on my head, it is a chance it could be cancer. I use to joke about not being able to remember things--now there are some things I really can't remember. I think of all the things I forget the main one that bothers me is that I can't remember the sound of your voice-and that bothers me really bad. But if the test results turn out to be bad news I can deal with it pretty good I think because I'm not afriad to die. If I had one wish and that it could actually happen it wouldn't be for me to be okay--it would be for me to be able to dance with you at least once. When I got married I cut the dancing out completely because you wasn't there to dance with me...I just wanted to let you know I love and miss you so much--and I learned something else-when someone in you life dies everyone says it will get better and won't hurt as bad in years to come will I am here to say that is a lie. I hurt and miss you as much now as I did twenty-three years ago when you died..... Always in my heart !!! Gail Close
my uncle / Janie Adams (neice)
uncle charles was the only uncle that spent time with me, i remember him building stuff with me when i had building blocks or almost hurting his self running to see if iwas ok when i was just playing. i miss you. but i know in my heart that you are watching over us love always janie Close
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