Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse...
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
-From the poem 'Sometimes' by Sheenagh Pugh
Spouse and I awoke this morning having experienced a rare and uncharacteristic late night, and an evening like no other. During those seconds in which the mind races and attempts to catch up with the eyelids, we remembered: despite all of our recent worries and tension and anguish, we were waking, beyond all our expectation, to good news.
Spouse and I, then, were the lucky ones. We were lucky because others opened their day with pain and concern, tasting defeat. Having envisioned exactly that scenario for both of us, and having wondered relentlessly how we would cope, I understood the despair that must have been overwhelming as the day broke. We were the lucky ones, seeing the world with glad eyes when it might have been otherwise- when it has, in fact, been that way for us before. We had become all too familiar in recent times with the crushing grief of loss and dashed possibilities.
There are so many like Spouse and I, who yesterday got what we were hoping for. But I consider that today we are all fortunate, in the United States and all over the world; and time, the great healer and testament, will prove that to be true.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 11:21 AM