My mom died 8 years ago today. Flag Day, 2000. She drowned in her pool, dad found her, had to pull her out and call 911. A totally accidental death and one which came upon us swiftly, without warning.
I remember we went on auto-pilot, made all the arrangements, flew her back to Illinois, had the funeral and began the task of going through her treasures.
She was a great mom, and is missed.
I believe I know what Mr. Russert's family is going through. It is shocking and sudden and your world turns upside down and you try to be strong and then you don't care if you aren't. But you get through it. May God Bless your dear family. Say hi to mom, she's a diehard Republican, and a fan of Richard Nixon. I KNOW you'll have a few interesting conversations.
I am a space nut, ever since visiting the Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville, Alabama many years ago. I admire the astronauts of the past, present, and future and wish I was one of them. They are cowboys, heading off into unfriendly territory with no guarantee of a safe return. I want to go to space camp. I want to meet the astronauts, and take a trip on the space shuttle. I watch the missions and cannot grasp how they get those things to get off the ground, circle the earth at 17,000 miles per hours, travel over 5 million miles in 14 days, shoot back toward earth, a blazing fireball through the atmosphere, and safely glide in for a perfect landing. I pray for the families of the astronauts lost. I admire everyone who dreamed up those ships that travel in space. I watched another shuttle land safely today, and as always, I am in awe.
A lot of thoughts rattling around in an artist's brain....now it's back to the studio.
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