"To the Struggle Against World Terrorism"
A Beau Geste: the 9/11 Tear Drop Memorial
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There are no words,
just the names of those
who were murdered that day.
Our thoughts, hearts, and prayers
go out to the victims, survivors, and
loved ones of the victims of the
September 11th attacks.
We will not forget.
Have you ever had that moment of clarity, when you realize that something you might have hoped for is never going to happen? When you realize how very wrong you were to give someone the benefit of doubt? When you finally understand that some people simply aren’t interested in truth but are content to continue spewing and believing lies and hatred?
I am having such a moment.
People I once knew, who were once close to me, so very close, would rather embrace a lie. Doesn’t matter what I say or do, the truth is irrelevant. Facts and evidence are irrelevant. I’ve been up most of the night debating different ways of responding to the hatemail I received yesterday, but in the end, it really doesn’t matter. How can you combat self-deception? The whole, “You can lead a horse to water” thing. I just don’t play that way. I was trying to leave the door open to a future relationship, but I see now that won’t ever happen.
So I am done. Done trying to convince them of the truth. Done trying to defend myself against a lie. Done hoping that one day the relationship will heal.
Time to move on! There is a certain freedom in the mourning, though. And I will cling to that.
"To the Struggle Against World Terrorism"
A Beau Geste: the 9/11 Tear Drop Memorial
* * *
There are no words,
just the names of those
who were murdered that day.
Our thoughts, hearts, and prayers
go out to the victims, survivors, and
loved ones of the victims of the
September 11th attacks.
We will not forget.
Our thoughts, hearts, and prayers
go out to the victims, survivors, and
loved ones of the victims of the
September 11th attacks.
We will not forget.
And boy oh boy do I feel fragmented. I learned of the death of Captain Phil Harris on Wed. afternoon and just can’t get my head around the fact that he’s gone. Captain Phil was a lively old salt … only he really wasn’t that old, just 53, younger than my own brother would be. Captain Phil called it like he saw it and didn’t mince words. He was – as Darc likes to say – refreshing for his bluntness and honesty in this PC age. I thought of him as one of those kinds of men who could be either a man’s man, or a ladies man, depending on who he was with.
Captain Phil was one of the best of the Bering Sea Cowboys, and I am going to miss him terribly. Go with God, Captain!
Messages can be left here for the family and friends of Captain Phil Harris
God grant that I may live to fish,
until my dying day,
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray,
When in the Lord’s safe landing net,
I’m peacefully asleep,
That in his mercy I be judged,
As big enough to keep.
Author Unknown
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My boy is sick. Not bad, just seems to be a bit of a sore throat, but still. He hasn’t been sick in 3 years, neither have my daughter or I. Darc’s had a cold or 2, but for the most part we’ve been blessedly healthy. So it hurts to see my son not feeling well. Hopefully by the time this posts he’ll be all well and back to his usual smart-alecky self.
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So funnies are practically mandatory today. Death requires its due diligence of grief, sorrow, and sadness, but it also requires laughter after the fact to temper it. It’s always hard to see that in the moment. I got this one in an email from Elizabeth, so thank you sweetie for sharing. 🙂
The guys were all at a deer camp and no one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.
The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Man, what happened to you? "He said, "Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."
The next night it was a different guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing–hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, ‘Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night."
The third night was Fred’s turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy; a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning!" he said. They couldn’t believe it.
They said, "Man, what happened?" He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the butt, and kissed him good night… Bob sat up and watched me all night."
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It’s Friday, it’s been a rough week – laughter is good, so indulge. :)
"To the Struggle Against World Terrorism"
A Beau Geste: the 9/11 Tear Drop Memorial
* * *
There are no words,
just the names of those who were murdered that day,
still waiting for justice.
If I had done a doggone thing over the weekend, I might be able to blog about it. As it was, I mostly sat around watching TV or clearing things out of my Reader. Oddly, on Sunday both Darc and I had the weirdest feeling that we’d left something undone, or that we were late for an appointment of some kind. It was pretty strange.
Sunday night though, for whatever reason, Darc went to visit an old forum he participated in several years ago. I used to pop in there too sometimes, even though the forum topic had absolutely nothing to do with me. I was just taking an interest in what interested my husband and yeah, I guess I’m pushy like that. ;) There was a guy there who insulted Darc once, and I kind of got my dander up and went after the guy. A few months later, Darc started corresponding with a gentleman who offhandedly asked him if he was the same Darc who was married to that Falcon lady, and of course, Darc said yes, he was. The man referred to me as “a tigress” and told Darc that he was impressed with how I’d gone to bat for him. I still have an old email where he once asked Darc to pass along his regard to me. He always made me feel so special, even though I barely talked to him myself. He was like that – able to spread good will and encouragement, just by being who he was.
Life and circumstances being what they are, Darc lost touch with him. We were going through a lot in our own lives, and so was he. And tonight when Darc thought to check out the old forum, he found out this gentleman had passed away over a year and a half ago. I think we both felt sucker punched.
He had a saying he liked: A candle never loses anything by lighting another. So, in honor of you RB, even though I am late, I wanted to say I’m so sorry you’re gone. Certainly my life grew one candlelight dimmer tonight, as did the world the day you passed. Rest in Peace.
The "Ness" in DarcNess ;) 
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