Have been taking live easy the past few days, not feeling so spry. I suppose it is my immune system isn’t what it once was, I seem to be very prone to chest colds etc.. That is what I have now. Nothing serious just a chest and sinus cold. Poor Vi has it even worse than I do. Ah, well this to shall pass.
I am sitting here with a heavy heart and bluntly a confused mind. Yesterday, I was deeply saddened to hear of the passing of a young lady that I truly admired. I never had the pleasure of meeting this young lady, who in my mind was my inspiration, my hero and role model. I am having a hard time here. Please go back and read my posts of I believe May 11th and 14th/09. There I wrote of Kendra McBain. Kendra, kindly blessed me with a comment after one of the posts. Kendra fought the good fight living life as it was to be lived. My deepest and most heart felt condolences to the family
My mind is confused. I think of Kendra and the way she lived her life and then there is I suppose what you would call the flip side to the coin. In the past month or so I have learned of the suicides of 2 teen or adult children of acquaintances of mine, plus third very serious attempt. Now, I didn’t actually know any of them with my connection being through the parents.
I read in the newspaper today of a small remote community in Northern Manitoba. Five teens have attempted suicide in the past 3 months.
I am at a loss for words.
Dying mans daily journal 
Dear Bill,
A suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. It’s hearbreaking to try to understand how young people (and even some of our seniors) don’t know this. Nothing is a problem. Problems are the things that don’t have solutions and everything these days, in one shape or form, has some type of solution. The trick is to find the right path to find the solution even if it means chosing the wrong one hundreds of times. Frequently, chosing all the wrong ones–the unsuccessful roads–will lead you precisely around to the right solution!! That’s all pretty simplistic put, and I know that when you’re “in the belly of the beast” it’s not easy to think philosophically or rationally.
Sincere condolences about Kendra…she certainly was a model of courage for all of us. Her spirit is eternal. Whoever is not forgotten is not truly dead.
Merry Christmas, Wiseman.
Irene
((((((((((( Bill )))))))))))))
I wish I had an answer–I do not. What I do have–is great sadness at the losses….all the way around.
But I have great joy for the lives touched. Because, believed or not, ‘it matters’ even when we convince ourselves it doesn’t…for the good or not so good–‘it matters’.
What we do…..matters.
((((((((((( Bill ))))))))))))
Colds suck the life out of me sometimes.
Rest.
Celebrate the joys of the holiday in the warmth of those who love you madly.
*sending healing thoughts and peacefilled wishes*
Joyus, wondrous HAPPY holiday to you, sir.