Your child...
I hope both of mine far outlive me.
When my son was in the Marine Corps during the Gulf War, I tried to prepare myself for the worst. I couldn't, you can't, not when it's your flesh and blood. I took comfort in knowing that my son wanted to serve whether it was peacetime or war and that there is a God.
He came home and was never in the harms way that other's sons were. Was he lucky or were prayers answered? I guess the real beauty is we don't really know so we can choose what we believe and no one can convince us otherwise.
Some will argue that it was just dumb luck my boy wasn't hurt and that physical death is the end. I can't imagine the energy of the mind, the thoughts, the emotions, the memories, all that was a person's life just ceases into black nothingness at physical death. I guess that's why I get up everyday and try to absorb the sunrise, the blue sky every cloud, every bird, every minute of life and not let the pessimists drag me down with them.
I guess maybe that's why they're pessimists. Their feeling is 'life's a bitch and then you die.' I couldn't live like that; I wouldn't want to.
Hey! What a beauty of a sunrise! Later all!
NeedAnotherCupMate
