Memorial Day

There isn’t a day I am not reminded of the men and women on foreign soil putting their lives on the line and for what? Freedom and the strong belief in it. If we can help secure freedom for others who can’t on their own, we are, by and large, securing our own futures and the futures of our children. For men and women to be able to see that big picture and to have the courage and the determination to see that through, is something that takes my breath away.

There are people who disagree with me and that’s quite alright. You see, they have the freedom to do so even as I have the freedom to speak my mind. They say to me, “What about all those that have died? What have they died for really?” My response to them is quite simple, my voice stays soft and even toned. “They will have sacrificed their lives for nothing if we don’t see what they saw. We can not be so eaten up by despair and sorrow that we ignore what they chose to believe. No one wants to die. No one wants to kill, unless of course, you are filled with some sort of insanity, but until mankind evolves into some high consciousness, there is always going to be killing. There will always be someone insane person with the idea that he wants to rule the world at the expense of others.

I have gone to more veterans’ cemeteries than I care to think about. If you haven’t, I invite you to find the one closest to you and go. Tell me you aren’t moved by all the headstones, all the crosses, and armed with the knowledge that these men and women died securing freedom or at least fought for it. How many more of them died alone? How many more are buried overseas far from their homeland and loved ones? Do we owe them something? Damn right we do. We owe them by never forgetting that freedom does not come free. We owe those who are overseas now, fighting or not, that honor as well. Yes, we want them home and as soon as possible, but not at the expense of creating a vacuum that would swallow up democracy if left alone to do so. It starts with one small country and if let untouched, it feeds until it grows to the point that even us, the Big Bad United States, may one day fall to its knees in anguish. Let us hope and pray none of us sees that day for then, hell has truly come calling.

For all those that have served, for all those that serve now. Thank you. Words are not enough but it is all I have. The sacrifices made, the ones being made, have not been in vain, I promise you. You all will not be forgotten.

So...

We got the appointment for Mr M's brain MRI and it's this Friday. After that, it's wait for them to be read and then go see them to see what's going on, if anything is going on, and what our options are, if we actually have any.

FB just got his private parts fried in family court earlier in the week. He got nailed with a decision regarding child support I'm sure he's not going to like. Daughter tried to warn him. I guess it's a good thing he just got a job, since he and his woman have both been without a job for awhile now.

Daughter's been a bit of a pill and she knows it. However, I have to give it to her, she's trying. Pookie is in those pre-teenage hormones. Topper is his usual mischief self. He stapled pictures on my hallway walls the last time he was here. He ought top be thankful I don't make him pull the staples out with his teeth.

I'm back on my exercise routine and going strong. My diet has even changed, for the better, since everyone has moved out. My clothes are getting big for me again.

Have a safe and wonderful Memorial weekend and please, remember those who have served, those that have returned and those who have aid the ultimate price. It's the least we can do.

Stuff Cropping Up In The Grove

So, I know I haven't been as updating as I should be, but no one else is either, well, except one person I care about dearly. So, I'm shamed, briefly, into updating this thing.

Mr M has been having health issues for awhile now. The medical community has been puzzled, that is, until we went to the hospital on Monday for his neurology appointment. Finally, there's some news and at least something to go on. It doesn't sound good but simply just having something to go on is heartfelt. They think all his attacks, whatever they are, are stemming from the blood vessels in his brain and or, his brain stem. They have ordered an MRI of his brain, will study the test and then call him in to discuss what the matter might be. They are pretty sure these attacks are not TIAs. The neurologist says TIAs don't happen as quick as Mr M seems to be having them. They won't say it's a tumor but they aren't saying it's not. So, we're back into that familiar pattern of having to wait and see. In any case, Mr M has been scared, I've been scared and trying to hold down the fort and keep the worry at bay. So, that's my deal of late, that and running Daughter around, but don't get me started on that. Other than that, life goes on.

I hope everyone is well. I check the blogs at least once a week. Happy belated birthday Em and UPDATE yer friggin' blog. Everyone. I can't keep track of you without it! Hugs.