It is a gorgeous day. I'm sitting out back, the sun is shining, my dog is laying beside me, and its dead quiet.
I need this today. I need to enjoy the absolute silence while I write and study.
Over the weekend I found out that William Crutcher passed. A 75 year old Marine Corps vet, Bill kept his fighting spirit until the end. Like so many Vietnam vets, Bill had been exposed to Agent Orange. He had the same type of leukemia that many other warriors of that day get.
Bill is partially responsible for raising one of the most dedicated and focused women that I have ever met; his niece, Sarah, taught me how to sit down, shut up, and make my hair southern belle big. She and her husband welcomed me into their home for months on end, for no real reason other than they wanted to. It's hard to find those kind of people around now a days. Those adventurous, never-give-up, never-give-in, stand-up-and-kick-them-in-the-balls attitudes are a dying breed. I may not know them personally, but I blame the Crutcher boys for Sarah's. There is just something to be said for being raised by United States Marines.
My thoughts and prayers go out to his family as they gather in Kentucky to bid this man his final Ooorah.
Today, then, is a day for reflection. The windows are open and I am content to just be. A few years ago I learned that life is short. It is over in the blink of an eye. Let's make each blink count.