Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Thursday, December 04, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
GOD BLESS HER
So sorry about your friend. You did such a good thing. Cancer is such an insidious disease. Sometimes I sit in the lobby at UCSF (University of California, San Francisco), messing on my phone or something and the sadness in the faces of the people are just heart breaking. The saddest are the really older folks (since I am one myself). I think it was last week--I was hanging out and this really old guy was trying to get his wife from the car to a wheelchair. The young guys, the parking attendants, were standing around, not knowing what to do. I put her in the wheelchair. (He needed somebody with him). Sad.
Who knows the story? Of course, with an older couple, maybe 80 plus, time to make another decision. But, I don't know, I am just a "passer-by." Dang. See what I mean. You did a good thing, helping your friend. God bless.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Saturday, August 02, 2014
To be honest I don't know what to say but I have the need to say something. I guess I have to share my brother's story to really spell it out. My brother had always been secretive. Why? Just his nature. As brothers, as we say in the South, we were thick as fleas. My wife would say rather sarcastically, "one would sneeze and the other would be there to hold the handkerchief." Now with the loss of his wife, 94, and finishing her last days in a nursing home; but before then, there is a story. When my older brother, the patriarch of our family, discovered the seriousness of my brother's romance, we decided to visit what we thought might possibly be his soon to be wife. Our visit did not end well. She didn't care for our interfering and was not reticent in telling us. It really was none of our business. Irritated, my brother Raz said, "I will tell you this. We will knock our brother in the head, throw him in the trunk of the car and you will never see him again." He would have done it. What we came to discover is that they had already married. This did not "set well" with my older brother.
Jet setting, enjoying a type of freedom that was simply wonderful became of their lives. It was the order of the day for our brother and his wife. The brothers, 4 of us, rejoiced with him in this new good life. Enter tragedy. The wife had a massive brain aneurism. Death was imminent or so we thought. No. She lived. Then came another one. This is it. She lived but became an invalid. Loss of her legs, wheelchair bound. My brother became a full time caretaker. I would visit and leave totally down in the dumps. His wife seemed to adjust to the new confined life. She was a voracious reader. Her daughter, from a previous marriage would send her boxes of books and she would spend her time reading or watching TV.
My brother did an admirable job. They employed help. A couple which could serve as characters in a novel themselves, became additional caregivers. The wife became more helpless. Our brother, mired in an environment with no real stimulus, went downhill himself. Regardless of our views, he was devoted. No, he would never put her in a nursing home. However, it is what happened. Very sad. Now she has died and we don't know how to react. God bless her on her journey.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Gene, my buddy and I beat around the Army together. We chose different paths for our service. Well, maybe our paths were chosen for us. It is the way of the military.
Gene was caring for his wife who had dementia. He loved Hawaii and had logged in lots of years there. He came back to Southern California and then AZ. We met up in Tombstone, Arizona where he became a pastor after the Army. Tombstone was one of those towns that Gene said, "never got past the Gunfight at OK Corral." This was probably true. His passing is a tremendous loss of friendship.
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
"No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. (NIV)
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Jesus, who preached acceptance and tolerance on every hand, has to deal with the pastor as he makes his journey to the great beyond. Here is a hint: The Four Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, are about what Jesus said and did. Everything else in the New Testament of the Bible is about what "others" said he said or did. (The Westborough Baptist Church does what is called, "proof texting"--they take, usually, an obscure Biblical passage to give credence to their hate mongering in Jesus/God's name). They can't do it from the gospels but will say we "believe the whole Bible," thus "proof texting" with some obscure verse or two that allows their anti gay rhetoric. It is an interpretation, a 100% proof texting, which is put forth by total ignorance. (The media is partly at fault for giving these idiots headlines).
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Jerry and I went to the Atlanta MCA (military chaplains Asso) Chapter meeting for Kermit Johnson (the boss) It was a "hoot." The meeting took place in the Grand Ballroom of the Officer's Club. There were maybe hundred of us. It was the November meeting. The leader announced that they were planning to invite someone from the Japanese Embassy to speak at the December meeting as they remembered Pearl Harbor. There was a kind of stunned silence as the audience absorbed the information. The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, essentially thrusting us into WWll. And, for our next meeting we were inviting the Japanese to share in our commemoration. I guess it could work but a little strange. What followed next was truly one of those, "You had to be there." The invited guest and speaker
was Jewish who spoke about Israel and America's commitment to the Jews. To close out the meeting, the "song leader" had us sing some “washed in the blood” hymns after the Jewish talk. The best part was a retired chaplain sitting across from us who could rest his arms on his large stomach. During the speaker’s presentation, he went to sleep after eating several helpings from the buffet. Not only did he fall asleep, he began to snore. At that point, Jerry and I got the giggles and had to get up and leave. TC
Monday, January 20, 2014
So, how is the military going to make it in peacetime? Many of them will be gone. The Army will reduce down and eventually throw (force) people out. I saw this exercise after Vietnam. I was at Bliss and they had all these helicopter pilots, many who had been to Vietnam three and four times and been heroic. Shed blood. They threw them out with nary a thank you.
In this long extensive article, the chaplain is never mentioned. He or she is key to this transition to peace and they are not even mentioned. Why do you think. This is good stuff, don't put it in the black hole. Amen?