There is a castle on a cloud, I like to go there in my sleep, Aren't any floors for me to sweep, Not in my castle on a cloud. There is a room that's full of toys, There are a hundred boys and girls, Nobody shouts or talks too loud, Not in my castle on a cloud. There is a lady all in white, Holds me and sings a lullaby, She's nice to see and she's soft to touch, She says "Cosette, I love you very much." I know a place where no one's lost, I know a place where no one cries, Crying at all is not allowed, Not in my castle on a cloud. BJ's angelversary - one of my least favorite days of the year. It is the one day when I thoughts of the trauma and tragedy seem to find their way into my head no matter how hard I try to shut them out. It is always a day when I feel nostalgic and I quite often find myself buried in the memories of my scrapbooks. This year I decided I wanted to spend the evening in "controlled" tears, so Shandra and I grabbed Jo...