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Today when I visited my Dad, they advised they had found the source of a possible infection, which could explain some of his altered state.
I know that we don't do bargains, but, I think of Crazyheart, alive and spunky, and my Dad, not knowing who we are, and not happy,a nd I wonder, where the justice is.
It is a dull place the long-term care facility in the days ofter Christmas. The staff is kind, they give hugs and gentle pats on the back of folks, but, they also are likely tired.

I am awake, waiting for my sister, and I realize how much life and death is a function of a dice role, but, dang, I'm wishing the dice rolled differently.
 
Today when I visited my Dad, they advised they had found the source of a possible infection, which could explain some of his altered state.
I know that we don't do bargains, but, I think of Crazyheart, alive and spunky, and my Dad, not knowing who we are, and not happy,a nd I wonder, where the justice is.
It is a dull place the long-term care facility in the days ofter Christmas. The staff is kind, they give hugs and gentle pats on the back of folks, but, they also are likely tired.

I am awake, waiting for my sister, and I realize how much life and death is a function of a dice role, but, dang, I'm wishing the dice rolled differently.


I understand.
It's the 'Why?' questioon.

Life. and death, isn't fair. Crazyheart was so alive - so enthusiastic - I was surprised when she volunteered to do Secret Santa this year (I actually hoped it was a sign that she would recover). It doesn't seem right that she was taken from us so soon.

She didn't deserve to die now while she was still enjoying life, and while she had so much to contribute. She was the heart of our community. Sometimes
When our enthusiasm seemed to be waning, she would open new threads in social and gives us laughing, or ask questions in the more serious threads to trigger discussion. She seemed to remember everything that everybody believed or held dear – she noticed and contacted me if I was missing for very long, or if I seem depressed. She supported me when I felt attacked by another member. And she would draw my attention to a member she felt might need support.

She didn't deserve to die.

But we don't get what we deserve. When my daughter was very ill with cancer she said something that seemed to be very meaningful to me. 'Things just happen. Good or bad, we don't get what we deserve. Sometimes they just happen.'
 
I understand.
It's the 'Why?' questioon.

Life. and death, isn't fair. Crazyheart was so alive - so enthusiastic - I was surprised when she volunteered to do Secret Santa this year (I actually hoped it was a sign that she would recover). It doesn't seem right that she was taken from us so soon.

She didn't deserve to die now while she was still enjoying life, and while she had so much to contribute. She was the heart of our community. Sometimes
When our enthusiasm seemed to be waning, she would open new threads in social and gives us laughing, or ask questions in the more serious threads to trigger discussion. She seemed to remember everything that everybody believed or held dear – she noticed and contacted me if I was missing for very long, or if I seem depressed. She supported me when I felt attacked by another member. And she would draw my attention to a member she felt might need support.

She didn't deserve to die.

But we don't get what we deserve. When my daughter was very ill with cancer she said something that seemed to be very meaningful to me. 'Things just happen. Good or bad, we don't get what we deserve. Sometimes they just happen.'

Interesting that these thoughts surface today-- in some churches today is Holy Innocents Day, remembering those whim Herod slaughtered looking for Jesus; reflecting, especially this year, the innocent children who died while in U.S. Border Control custody, remembering those who didn't deserve to die. I think Seelerdaughter is right... stuff happens, and it happens to people we don't think it should happen to, but it happens anyway. It raises questions for which there is no satisfactory answer. About all we can do is hold each other up in the darkness and wait for the daylight to come. Rachel weeps for her children. We weep for our friends and loved ones no longer with us. And sometimes, tears, even if they bring no answers, can still be healing.
 
She was the heart of our community. Sometimes
When our enthusiasm seemed to be waning, she would open new threads in social and gives us laughing, or ask questions in the more serious threads to trigger discussion. She seemed to remember everything that everybody believed or held dear – she noticed and contacted me if I was missing for very long, or if I seem depressed. She supported me when I felt attacked by another member. And she would draw my attention to a member she felt might need support.


Seeler, i think that part above would be good to put on the the Crazyheart thread.
 
You're right, CH would want that. I've got some hot chocolate mix I'm willing to share with all, and maybe even a few slices of fruitcake left. I'll throw another log on the Wonderhearth.
 
I am offering cookies? Crazyheart would have Grant dancing in the red thong, EzEd trying to get the nuts (the peanuts in a bowl over there, for shame)... Pilgrim making out with the roofer on the sofa and everyone eating, drinking, dancing and laughing, but she would also have MadMonk up on the mountain for anyone needing quiet contemplation and comfort. Hugs to you all!
 
StevieG - so great to see you! And Crazyheart would LOVE that so many of our old friends are dropping by to say hello! She'd also be saying "where the hell have you been??? I've missed you!! Get over here & give me all your news. "
 
And my contribution to the party? Various baked goods, all designed for some degree of bodily comfort, or perhaps, a nice sleep...

Also, free samples of the best all round 'comfort salve' - good for all that ails ya!

Blessed Yule, Crazyheart, my dear heart!
 
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