There are lots of sad things in the world, let's face it. Have surely been sad about the loss of so many American service members in Afghanistan at one time. Most of the media has focused on the Navy Seals and I surely understand while not minimizing the loss of any life. And, especially one at war. But, we grasp it in a sense: these are the elite, the best of America's fighting men and it's just the way the media works, i. e., they don't report much good news.
The picture I'm posting is that of the chopper pilot who was killed. He is dressed in his "dress blues." For the military this is his formal uniform, like a tuxedo. And, he has outfitted his son in one also. So adorable and so sad. God bless the family.
I feel sadness a lot. In my frame of reference, it is OK to feel sadness--part of the human experience. I feel sadness for the loss of any life, for the starving in Somalia, for the homeless in America, for the many who suffer with breast cancer or any cancer or sickness for that matter. Maybe it is my nature. Who knows. I am sad lots that Rose left this life much too soon. One of the docs at the Infusion Center told me one day this week about a patient (no name, he was just sharing his grief maybe) that the patient seemed to be making progress and suddenly died. I shared with him that there is a theory that I subscribe too: sometimes in terminal illness, the patient decides when it is time and medicine be damned so to speak. Rose taught me this in a sense, intellectually I've known it for a long time, but emotionally, it is something else. We just keep on moving: we don't say that it is time to move on. Every person fighting illness or a loved one has to decide when it is "move on" time; but keep on moving is different: for Rose, it was one foot in front of the next. Yes, I'm sad alot but I'm moving forward. Amen. God bless us and as the Nascar guys say, "God bless 'Merica' "
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