Friday, November 03, 2006

Monday Night I'll See President Bush

This coming Monday night, I'll have both the honor and the priviledge of seeing President George W. Bush. The rally in Dallas will be the President's final one of the campaign season, where he will be the keynote speaker. He'll then go home to Crawford to vote Tuesday and watch the election results from his ranch.

Needless to say, the President always gets a warm welcome when he comes home, and I plan to do as much hoopin' and a hollerin' as any other loudmouthed Texan! I will of course give you a good report Tuesday.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Mother's Dementia

It's times like these when I wish I were a good writer, because there are things I want to tell you, my dear reader, and I can't. I haven't the power of the written word to do the subject justice.

You see, my 89 year old Mother has dementia brought about by several strokes. Her mind, her very essence, is being slowly degraded and eaten away. Just as I don't have the power to properly describe what my family is going through, I don't have the power to help my Mother. I'm powerless.

Powerless in the face of a daemon so powerful, that it can wipe away the bond between Mother and Son, rendering me in her eyes at times no more than a stranger, at others giving me the persona of a long dead relative.

Powerless not to have my heart broken watching her looking out the window, waiting for Dad to get home with the kids. Powerless to console her when she remembers that Dad's dead, and grieves all over again.

Six months ago, my brothers and sisters and I were trying to keep the disease from destroying Mom, but now we're trying to keep it from destroying us.

As you can see, I've been reflecting quite a bit. I'm trying to take a step back, to be quiet, to listen for the beating of Angel's Wings, to see the Wisdom of the Situation.

And the Wisdom that I've gleaned is this. It is that things are as they are meant to be. She who dried our tears will now have hers dried by us, and all will be well.

I often revist the words of St. Paul in his First Letter to the Corinthians, and with this, my dear reader, I will say goodnight:

"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become a man, I have put away childish things.
For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, even as I was also fully known.
But now faith, hope, and love remain—these three. The greatest of these is love.