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Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .

Again today I will bid farewell to my son, Matthew and daughter-in-law, Brittany as their leave comes to a close. This one is especially hard for me since, unlike all the other times, this one is open-ended. I do not know when I will see them again. Every other time, there was an end date; a goal to be achieved; something I could hang my hat on; an event to take place that marked the time: boot camp to Family Day, then to graduation, then to pre-deployment leave, then to the triumphant return and post deployment leave. . . . . But now, there is no finite time frame, nothing to hang my hat on, no date certain to which I may look forward. I know that sounds melodramatic, since I know that I will see them again, and they are but a phone call away now, instead of across an ocean. Yet still, I'm sad to see them go. Heck, I feel the same way when Amy leaves, even though she's just a few hours up the road. Funny how now that my kids are grown and able to meet their own needs, I find myself needing to keep them close. Bittersweet for me, but also a great comfort to know that each of them will be just fine in this old world. They have all achieved a measure of success in life for which I prayed fervently. I am so proud of all my kids (and that includes Chris, Nick, Mali, Jonathan, and Brittany) that my heart could burst. I love them so very much and I thank God for blessing me with such bounty!!!

I haven't posted on here in awhile and God knows it isn't due to any lack of issues about which I have deep feelings of passion. There is plenty to feel passionate about these days so where do I begin? I haven't forgotten about the travesty in Benghazi. Travesty is such an inadequate descriptor of the callous and abject abandonment of American citizenry and heroes who were piteously exterminated while our Commander-in-Chief and his chosen minions allegedly watched/listened to the events as they unfolded in real time. As if the actions of our leaders were not adequately shameful, orders were repeatedly given to, "Stand down," to those who eventually paid the ultimate price. I am deeply saddened by the whole affair. I am further saddened by the cavalier attitude of the elected officials testifying before Congress regarding this debacle. God is watching, Barrack! God is also watching you, Joe, and you too, Hilliary!! Karma really IS a bitch!

I must preface this commentary by saying that there are those whom I love dearly that I am about to describe and despite the tirade, I will continue to love them. I am going to talk about facebook. Ok, don't groan. One of my biggest pet peeves about facebook is that there are entirely too many people who use facebook for nothing more than a platform to promote pictures, sayings, quotes, etc. that someone else has written. It is not the occasional sharing of a true pearl of which I speak, but rather the ones to whom I refer that NEVER have anything of any substance to say on their own. I have shared stories sometimes and I have shared sayings, and I have shared pictures that I felt were significant. I have also posted my own thoughts and my own opinions about any number of subjects; thoughts that I compiled into grammatically acceptable blurbs authored strictly by myself. Do these folks lead such boring and meaningless lives that all they can find to post is what someone else has written or composed? Facebook would be infinitely more interesting and fun to read if folks would write about what is on their minds or what is happening around them, no matter how piteous the grammar or spelling. At least it would be original. But then, I am a crabby old bitch sometimes.