Yes, there are so many of us who have too much to bear. Tonight I want to focus on one of us -- whom I won't name. He has lost more than I can imagine. More than you can imagine. He's not homeless or destitute financially. He is bereft of a child, grandchild, mother of a grandchild, wife, self in a horrific loss (all not departed) -- which no word here can convey or comfort.
And so, in this utterly brief diary, may I offer real love and condolences for an astounding Kossack. May I offer the same for those who are inscribed in quilts by Sara R. May I offer the same for the silent here who suffer and -- remain silent. May I offer offer the same for our Afghani, Iraqi, Pakastani, Libyan, Syrian, Baharainian ..... American brothers and sisters who are silent or scream in suffering but are not heard.
Blessings my beloved Kossack. Blessings for your family and friends. Blessings for all who suffer and in their suffering bear witness to suffering.
No one has to be named -- all bear the sorrow if all are part of understanding the sorrow.