How this Memorial Day is a little bit different

This week, we lost yet another vet to the Vietnam Nam war. Yes, you read that correctly. The Vietnam Nam War.

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In the wee hours of Friday morning, May 24, this soldier surrendered his last courageous breath, with the love and comfort of his dear wife by his side.

War, it knows no end.

His family watched him wither down from a strong and able man to a frozen, frail, quiet shell. Stilled, but not by choice. Agent Orange stole his last years.

PSP. Progressive supranuclear palsy. A degenerative disease involving the gradual deterioration and death of portions of the brain.

I wouldn’t wish such horror on anyone. A shonda (shame).

And like the Marine he was, he was strong, stoic, stalwart, and brave to the very end.

Yiddish Proverb:

A shekter sholem iz beser vi a guter krig. A bad peace is better than a good war. 

This Memorial Day, I am especially aware of how war, it affects us all.  The wives, brothers, sisters, moms, dads, children…

There is another Yiddish saying we should all think about as we poke at each other with such capricious hostilities. It translates to something I truly believe to be true:

If one soldier knew what the other thinks, there would be no war.  

Rest In Peace, Captain Joseph T. Drennan III, United States Marine Corps.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is Facebook as addictive and dangerous as a drug?

Social media is undoubtedly changing communication, and not for the better. We speak in acronyms, memes and rant in ways we might not do in person. I say pick up the damned phone, or better yet, meet for a coffee, or a walk in the woods, and talk in real life. If you have to write more than two sentences, you owe it to yourself and the relationship you are ‘typing at’ to be present. Wonderful post! #dreamteam

This wonderful post is reblogged from @kerrymeegee

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I joined Facebook in 2009 and, like most people, became instantly hooked. What was this shiny new blue wonderland to explore? Do you mean to say I can spy on people and pass judgment without them knowing? And what the hell is poking? I quickly began adding friends and searching for people I hadn’t seen in years. Oh the joy of seeing someone you absolutely hate piling on stone after stone, or coming across an ex boyfriend who still lives at his mums house. Shallow? Yes. But this is the world of social media, and modern life hasn’t been the same since.

At the start it was all so lighthearted. Pictures of people’s cute pets, holiday snaps and YouTube videos. My friends and I used to post a lot of music. I loved it. My ideal Friday night was a bottle of wine in front of my laptop. We…

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