Merciful Winds or May our Sons and Daughters Come Home Safe
I was busy... I was overwhelmed. Finally I lost my mind and by the time I got it back they had slipped away. After the divorce it was easier to let them go than to hold on. After the head injury it was impossible to keep their images clear. They were someone elses children, but I loved them too.
I understand that I could have and should have done more for these kids when they were little. I also know that it's too late to right my "sins of omission". But I intend to talk to them both face to face within the next year or so and tell them that I love them. Because I think that it's important to tell people you love them if you do.
Now my step children are grown. Josh has kids of his own. My daughters flew for Thanksgiving to meet their sister. Kelli is bright and interesting and a quirky realist. Josh has always been a closely guarded secret. I never knew him well. Mostly I remember his brown eyes they seemed so sad to me.
So as this boy, now a man ships off to Iraq I can only pray he comes home to his Mom and children. May the wind be merciful. And may it bring him gently back from this war that we can never win.
So far the 5 men I know that have served in Iraq are all safe. Four have returned to their families. Our friend, Germany, will come home for Christmas leave. This war is not kind or necessary or true. But the soldiers I have known are all brave and dedicated souls.
And even though I let Josh slip out of my life a long time ago I will be praying every day that he and Germany both stay safe and well.
In the next election I will be voting for whoever can get us out of this "blood for oil" fiasco the quickest. I hate this damn war!
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