Wednesday, November 06, 2019
Yesterday was a reminder that some things never really close. And sometimes the anniversaries stir them up all over again.
Ten years ago yesterday, my son lost training buddies in a mass shooting. Several of his unit were wounded so badly at Fort Hood on November 5th, 2009 that they could not deploy for the mission. From a distance I fretted about his mental health and loss of whatever innocence a 25 year old might have retained. When I saw this photo, in which my son is one of the soldiers in the background doing the slow, final salute, I was comforted that he was all in one piece physically. And at the same time, ever so sad for those moms whose message was different that day.
But time does move these things further into the background until they are brought home again by those anniversaries. I found myself telling the story again, yesterday, to Shasta, as we lunched. Last minute connection, and quite a pleasant transition.
Yesterday I got the post-trip laundry done. Today I'm on my way out to do the recycles and restock the larder. As well as touching base with those I felt I needed to, because of the date.
Now let's go out and seize this one and only Wednesday, November 6, 2019, making choices that support us, in our own meaningful ways. May those choices "feed" us, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually... because, being human, we are worth that nurturing, each and every one!