I’m not sure what is behind it, but things seem a bit heavy lately or maybe it’s fragility I’m feeling. Don’t get me wrong. Our nuclear family is doing well. We are all healthy and happy and strong. Truly nothing to complain about here, folks.
I’m not sure if it’s just the fact that there is so much access to information and others around the world at any given moment or if there really is an uptick in these sorts of things.
Recently I’d been following the journey of military spouse Jenna Hinman and her journey along with her active duty husband and their preemie twins in dealing with cancer. Jenna has been “rescued from cancer” to quote Jill Kelly, Jim Kelly’s courageous wife.
Then there’s Ben Sauer’s story. Ben was 5-years-old and a twin when he passed away three months to the day from the doctors telling them he had 2-3 weeks left. That was good news. So is the fact that Ben, too, has been “rescued from cancer”.
It just seems that more people are going through horrific amounts of strife and suffering. These are young people having to deal with monumental issues. Where are the happy endings? Why are so many people having marital difficulties? Why?
Our priest said recently that a young man was asked what he wanted out of life and he replied, “To be holy.” That was in 1930. The same question posed by the aforementioned priest yielded this answer, “I want an iPad Air.” Now we could chalk that up to immaturity, but an adult posed with the same question responded, “A Ferarri. I mean have you heard the engine on one of those things?”
We are broken in more ways than one, people. We need to embrace the goodness in life and draw strength from these challenges like my classmate (a year ahead) from Providence and his family are doing in their battle with cancer. They are leaning into God and squeezing every drop of joy they can from the multitudes being delivered by visits, email, phone calls and mail. I admire these folks who exhibit such extraordinary grace under pressure. I guess the point is, when life seems to be “too much” I, too, need to learn from others’ example and seek out the joy, harvest the laughter and make new memories. Thanks for letting me share.
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I have the luxury of being able to contemplate this day without having to try to remember the face of a loved one which is fading with each passing day. I haven’t lost a loved one in the aftermath of that day on a desert battlefield. I have the luxury of wondering what the best way to commemorate is.
I, like so many of us, have the memory of that day, and where I was on that clear September morning.
Watching those news reports, reading the stories of those lost. Many of us have done this year after year in the decade since.
This was the first year that I was able to find some comfort in the stories of those people who exemplified heroism and were the picture of an American. The stores of those who outshine the ugliness and hatred that was trying to win out extinguishes just a bit of the negativity and that is a victory. The loyalty and love that people feel for our military members is heartwarming.
I most admire those people who can look at a horrendous experience and glean some nugget from it that is hope filled or at least not the ugliest possible view. As my initial disclaimer announced…I have that luxury. I’m not saying everyone can do that. I’m just sharing what I have found in the years since the day that changed our nation.
Grace under pressure is the phrase that comes to my mind in the time following the events on September 11th and the search for stories of winners since is what I seek out.
What are your thoughts on the media coverage and the ways people have chosen to remember and honor any and all affected by the events of that day?
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Update: Today there’s one less angel here on Earth. She’s now in Heaven with her Mom and others who love her. Rest in Peace, dear girl. Peace and prayers to all who loved her.
As I stood outside the shower, watching, waiting for the water droplets to drop off the condensation-laden window — cracked just a bit to prevent mildew — I kept trying to wrap my head around it. Ventilator. Youngest’s birthday. 1-3 days to live. Unthinkable. But, then my mind realized we weren’t doing her justice. This wasn’t who she was. IT didn’t define her. She was sparkling and beautiful and embodied strength and grace. That is who Kim will always be.