Hello my friend, and brother. In a direct response to your post tonight, I would like to say that to us who are still with you in the battle never tire of "every detail" of your daily posts. Your devotion befits your "ironman" reputation. Few amongst us would still have the fortitude and discipline to post 1,000 plus days in a row.
Please allow me to share a short story from my life. My father served in the South Pacific Theater in US Marine Corp from February 1943 until he was shot on the Ryuku Islands on May 8th, 1945. He was an "ironman," beachhead warrior.
I have every letter that he wrote to his family in Ely, Iowa, from the day he graduated Basic Training in Quantico, Virginia, until his last letter from the U.S. Naval Hospital, on Mare Island, San Francisco, where he had 13 surgeries in 18 months to restore his body from severe wounds.
Every Memorial Day, I gather, with members of my family, at his grave, to read portions of his letters. (Btw, he passed away 15 years ago last Friday, one hour after Justin Leonard sank his famous Ryder Cup putt). What I hear in the voice of your post tonight reminds me of my dad's battle fatigue. The letters from 1943 are full of "Marine" masculinity, and their superiority to the Army and Navy. His 1944 letters are filled with the beginning of weariness and the names of friends among him that "got it." (killed). His 1945 letters are filled with despair and hopelessness of any kind of a life after the war. His hospital letters are ….. well, short. Why? He wrote, "I'm sorry that I keep repeating myself. It must be boring for you all to read the same old same old from me. Love, Dave."
If you're still reading my response, I want to encourage you that your details are not in vain. Not one among us is exempt from trials and tribulations. It's not a matter of "if, "but when" it will be our turn. Your words are not wasted because healing is unusual in itself. There's a chasm of difference between a paper cut and Devo's head trauma, yet even a paper cut can be the bane of ones existence if it's in an area that is in constant motion and pressure.
Dana, Angie, Nicole, Charlotte, family and friends …. we are in motion. Do NOT lose heart, faint, nor grow weary. The fruit from the motion you have travelled and the "emotion" of what you have spent is not in vain.
Thank you for being a faithful warrior. I know that if something were to happen to me that I would you as my intercessor. It's a joy to be one for you, and Devo.
In His love,