and on a subsequent friday, we said goodbye to another great american, sgt. sc***. the service lasted 3 hours - the longest single service i've ever attended. his daughters were steadfast and brave, speaking to thousands of listeners with strength and poise. co-workers, our representative sw*lw*ll, parishioners, singers, his chief, video. this man of god was well represented and revered. the news covered it well, from the procession to the arena, to his hometown. the motorcade lasted 4 minutes in passing. the number of people standing at the side of the roads and on freeway overpasses, holding signs, waving flags, moves me. the highlight truly, was our last two minutes on property, when a sp*cial olymp*cs athlete spotted husband in the crowd and made a bee-line to him, crying, and hugging him while he crouched to reach her diminutive size. there is still beauty, truth and peace in the world. i know this to be true.
we said goodbye to a great american on friday. he was honored at the national cemetery, which is not considered merely a cemetery there, but a shrine to those who have given all through service and dedication to cause. sarah proved to be a warrior for her dad, a fierce advocate who, as her dad taught her, to fight the good fight and never give up the faith. he would have been pleased with it all. we will remember del's fire and also his hugs. he will be missed.
he struggles with his back legs. it is an unknown how much longer we have with him. but his mind is still sharp as a tack. he is a tremendous amount of work. he does not willingly leave my side. and i am smitten.
friend D is an amazingly gracious soul, who loves to find reason to celebrate. for my college graduation, she suggested we go away, under the condition that i choose the location. so after some thought, i chose the pelican *nn, just up the road from muir beach.
in about an hour's time we stepped back 400 years.
truly, i geeked out on the authentic 16th century british styling. rough hewn exposed beams. worn wooden plank floors. plaster. forged iron. candles. mortise and tenon, trestle tables, tester beds, fabric, leaded and mullion screenless windows, stone tiles,
time stands still and moves too fast. friend b is the best listener i have ever known. with her i know clarity. it is right there. today was my turn to treat. it is never good-bye. it is: until next time.