When my Grandfather died, I was 19 years old. My Grandfather had fled the Great Pogrom in Russia in 1905, walked to Bremmerhaven, Germany and got on a boat to America. I'm skipping a huge number of details to get to a point. He lived a very difficult life, yet I never heard him complain once.
At his funeral, people stood up and praised him in English, Hebrew, Russian, and Yiddish. At his death, he had become a scholar, having retired from the City of New York as an accountant, he learned seven languages fluently besides his native Russian and English. What bothered me was that no one that was praising him had ever said anything as nice to him when he was alive. As some of you know, that was when I decided that I would start telling people to their face the nice things I felt, while they were alive.
It's why I send you all a note every now and then when I can.
Pool has a post about a hideous crime that happened in her small town. In the details of Pool's story is a prominent doctor who went to sleep with a wife and two daughters, and suffered a home invasion in the middle of the night, his wife was taken hostage to the bank at 9 am, and then strangled. Both daughters died when the house was burned. The doctor was tied and beaten, and left in the basement, barely escaping with his life.
The doctor could not have known the night before that he would never see his wife and daughters alive again. I know how I feel about the last time I saw my nephew. I hug my wife daily, and tell her I love her. I am no longer a light and nimble 40 year old even though I am in great shape. I just no longer believe that I'll be here forever, anymore.
I have heard more talk of the blogosphere being a 'virtual community' as if it isn't real, doesn't exist. My response is that the blogosphere may be virtual, but it is made up of real people, and they have real emotions, and they can always meet in real life and not be virtual anymore. The need not all meet, we can meet in ones and two also.
I tried to relate to what was now happening in society that was new was a loss of respect for each other. Blogging can be an antidote if we choose to be smart and we decide to care. Anyone have any thoughts?