My Isaac Part 26 Wherever You Are

  I'm not sure what was going on at this time, or what was on my mind...I do know that Thanksgiving was difficult that year. I was missing our girls and our grandkids. Ten years earlier we had moved...we were only an hour away, but the distance was more than just miles. Perhaps everything had just piled up and I  needed to spend a few minutes wallowing in self pity! 

 I had said to Brian, "I want to move home." And wonderful man that he is, he agreed, and soon we were looking for property and planning our move.

From my blog:

November 8, 2011 Wherever You Are

My posts are getting fewer and further between, and I really can't think of how to change that right now. It's not that I'm overly busy...

We got a new computer and I'm still waiting for pictures and other things to be transferred from the old one, but that shouldn't keep me from posting...I just don't seem to have anything worth writing about. 

But I thought I should at least come in here and say hello...

....and post my favourite Winnie the Pooh Song. I first heard it many years ago when we thought Justin would be taken from us....it still makes me cry.

Wherever You Are (From Pooh's Great Adventure: The Search For Christopher Robin)

Come out, moon...
Come out, wishing star...
Come out, come out...
Wherever you are.

I’m out here in the dark,
All alone and wide awake.
Come and find me.

I’m empty and I’m cold,
And my heart's about to break,
Come and find me!

I need you to come here and find me,
Cause without you, I’m totally lost.

I've hung a wish, on every star.
It hasn't done much good so far...
I can only dream of you...

Wherever you are.

I’ll hear you laugh,
I’ll see you smile,
I’ll be with you...
Just for a while...

But when the morning comes,
And the sun begins to rise,
I will lose you.

Because it’s just a dream,
When I open up my eyes,
I will lose you!

I used to believe in forever,
But forever is too good to be true.
I've hung a wish, on every star.
It hasn't done much good so far...

I don’t know what else to do...
Except to try to dream of you...
And wonder, if you are dreaming too...
Wherever you are.

Oh my...

Wherever you are...

Psalm 43:5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

To be continued... Part 27

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