"YOU WILL NO LONGER HAVE WHAT YOU NOW CALL YOUR LIFE. YOU WILL HAVE A DIFFERENT LIFE."
"I'm not okay, you're not okay, and that's okay."
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain
Pain has entered my life like a thief in the night...Opening the drawers of my heart and dumping them to the ground. Taking my memories-the good, the bad, and stomping them to pieces. It hurts to breath, it hurts to hold air in my lungs. It hurts to lay in bed and it hurts to join the world. It hurts to eat but yet it hurts to have my stomach growl. I feel alone in a room full of people and yes that hurts.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Bravier then I
I just watched a documentary called Section 60. Section 60 is the area of Arlington National Cemetery where solider's from Iraq and Afghanistan are buried. It was gut wrenching. The rows and rows of YOUNG men and women that are laying in the ground there makes me sick and makes me want to scream..How unfair this war is and how many people are suffering and will suffer. How long will it go on for and how many section 60's will there be?
These families have built a community there in that acre of land. They know each other by name and meet each other with a hug. Bring coffee and flowers for each other. They have bonded with each other in such an amazing way..Mothers, wives, sisters, children all carrying the burden of war.
I hope that when it is Bush's end of life he has to watch images of brother's sharing beers with their brother's graves on their birthdays. Mother's watering flowers that they brought from their garden's to their children. Wives listening to "their song" on their anniversary. Father's kissing the top's of graves. Children drawing pictures of their mommy's, children who will never even remember their mother's face. All while listening to that lonely ballad of the trumpet playing. Maybe then he will know what price this nation paid to bring democracy to the world.
God I pray for every son and daughter in Iraq and Afghanistan tonight. Keep them safe, protect them, and send them home alive to their loved ones.
These families have built a community there in that acre of land. They know each other by name and meet each other with a hug. Bring coffee and flowers for each other. They have bonded with each other in such an amazing way..Mothers, wives, sisters, children all carrying the burden of war.
I hope that when it is Bush's end of life he has to watch images of brother's sharing beers with their brother's graves on their birthdays. Mother's watering flowers that they brought from their garden's to their children. Wives listening to "their song" on their anniversary. Father's kissing the top's of graves. Children drawing pictures of their mommy's, children who will never even remember their mother's face. All while listening to that lonely ballad of the trumpet playing. Maybe then he will know what price this nation paid to bring democracy to the world.
God I pray for every son and daughter in Iraq and Afghanistan tonight. Keep them safe, protect them, and send them home alive to their loved ones.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
One Zero Zero
Today I had this conversation with Graysen while we were in the car going to lunch. We had JUST pulled out of our driveway and hadn't even drove off our street.
G: Are we there yet?
Me: G how could we be there if we can still see our house? We will be there in 15 minutes.
G: We turned off Elm Street! Are we there yet?
Me: G we have to be in the car for 15 minutes....See the clock? Right now it says 12:45 when it says 1:00 then we will be there and you can ask if we are there and I will say "Yes we are!"
G: Ok ok ok One Zero Zero..One Zero Zero one Zero Zero. Mama when will the clock say One Zero Zero?
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