
My baby Mariana and I. This was a little more than 25 years ago. Today is her birthday. This is just a couple of blocks from where I live now. Happy Birthday Mariana, I love you with all my heart.


The previous 2 pictures are of a present at a cemetery as well as a lovely little angel statue watching over the physical grave(s).






I find it a bit ironic that religion is part of this Memorial Day when we pay homage to those who have died to defend our country. Looking back at my youth I remember trying to avoid the draft when I was 18. I could not see, and I still can't, going to a foreign land and killing a fellow human being. I try to understand why others join the service and try to "defend" our country but as I looked at this cemetery I just can't justify seeing all these graves, all these dead individuals who lost their lives, and most likely, took other lives. Not just that there are so many innocent people that are killed and for what reason? I don't know. What hurts the most is that there are thousands, and probably millions, of innocent children who are affected by this loss. Oh my sweet lord how my heart cries for these children. The parents, the spouses, the children that are left behind to lament this loss. Oh, tears roll down my eyes, my heart goes out to the families of those who are killed or who go out and kill for lost causes. One of System of the Down's songs cries out "Why do they always send the poor", I ALWAYS think of this song when I hear the dead count of our soldiers on a daily basis, what about their parents, their spouses, their children? What about those on the other side? They too have parents, children, spouses. Oh what a loss, oh what a price to pay for what? Freedom? Mission Accomplished?




Above is half a note left on a grave of a child. Heartbreaking.
Memorial Day