Post by Chris_Wendt on Dec 1, 2014 6:59:11 GMT -5
Heartbreak. Defeat. "It is a scourge...." The circle of life...broken....
The scourge claimed another victim, whose wake I attended Saturday night. He was 35, engaged to be married. He had struggled against the scourge, and not without the love and support of his parents, his older brother, his fiance, and his parish priest. Thirty five years old, laid out in a coffin, amidst hundreds of tearful eyes, all of us seemingly powerless against the scourge, all of us suffering a major defeat at this tragic loss.
Many of us quietly recounted, sadly, a seemingly endless stream of similar defeats, a horrid patchwork of the names and recollected faces of other victims we had loved, or had known, or of whose tragic stories we had heard or read. Then, there were those two or three or four little victories that had gone for our side over the years. Precious little against a scourge. But precious nonetheless.
I still have tears in my eyes.
Chris Wendt
The scourge claimed another victim, whose wake I attended Saturday night. He was 35, engaged to be married. He had struggled against the scourge, and not without the love and support of his parents, his older brother, his fiance, and his parish priest. Thirty five years old, laid out in a coffin, amidst hundreds of tearful eyes, all of us seemingly powerless against the scourge, all of us suffering a major defeat at this tragic loss.
Many of us quietly recounted, sadly, a seemingly endless stream of similar defeats, a horrid patchwork of the names and recollected faces of other victims we had loved, or had known, or of whose tragic stories we had heard or read. Then, there were those two or three or four little victories that had gone for our side over the years. Precious little against a scourge. But precious nonetheless.
I still have tears in my eyes.
Chris Wendt