When walking this Earth becomes *Too Much*....

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - But not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me - But let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me - But Let Me Go.

Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past,
I could hold it close forever, and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe, within my hearts abode,
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun,
I could choose a time that tried me, through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile,
One that would always push me, to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad & low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep.
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building up my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through.
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you.

On Monday 11th January our friend Clayton finally found walking this earth had become too much for him. He was found hanging from a tree in his back yard.... Some find this selfish a lot do not understand.... the truth is Clayton suffered from the horrendous disease..DEPRESSION.... sufferers feel alone, feel useless, their family & loved ones go through hell trying to understand, while sufferers just...live in hell.... how do I know this.... because I too suffer from this disease....
I chose not to to attend Clayton's funeral, I am determined this year will not be a repeat of last year..... my Darlin' was one of over 300 friends who said their goodbyes to this lovely man, most knew him as a very happy man only a few knew of his suffering.

The two verses above were read out at his service.... to me both are very fitting..... Clayton was 46 years old...... May he finally be in peace...

His Journey is over.
All sorrow is gone,
Every shackle undone,
He is completely free.......