He’s in ICU now; this was foreseen; his funeral is not far off. It’s not that we like funerals; it’s that we’re obligated to this one.
Our friend has been our provider, our mentor, ushering us toward what we’ve come to value, so here we stand, waiting, . . . . among others of like mind, grieving, wishing there were something we coud do.
Comparatively, he’s young, but he made his mark on the world like few others! Where he stood on issues was known by all and he never failed to put it all on the line for what he believed.
The whole world will be less without him, yet some rejoice at his demise . . . . and for now, . . . their power is growing. Soon, it could be, that all he accomplished will be for naught.
He built his life not just on principals, but the correct ones. These principals benefited all around him and yet, though everything turned to gold for him and others around him, those who oppose him want to change everything he built, to principals repeatedly shown to be failures.
He protected the weak when he found them, gave ’till it hurt, he invited them in to allow them to see how things could be and made a place for them at the table; he put effort into healing those ill and listened to every voice.
Why others hate him, I suppose, is they look at his few failures, things we’ve all learned from, him too . . . . . . or is it, . . . that they’re just evil?
Please join me in grieving the demise of America.
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