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I promise to keep all hearts around me in fair keeping. Hearts can be broken, but they can also be mended. Like a lot of mended things, they then become strongest at the very parts where they were broken. I hope this is so with your friend.
I listened to this speech with my Mom hat on today. (It really is my truest self, after all.) Every day, when I get to work, the first thing I do is go to icasualties.org and check and see if that horrible total has gone up at all. (I get about half a second to say a prayer that it has not before the image comes up on my screen, one tiny prayer that the night before did not yield another death, another family torn apart, another Mom, like me maybe, who will live forever more in agony.) Sometimes I sort the list and see how many 18 year olds, then 19 year olds, then 20 year olds and finally how many 21 year olds have paid the ultimate price. I need to know this.
See, my son is 18. He is goofy and defiant and fiercely independent and silly and, well, 18. On Saturday last my 12 year old cat went into cardiac arrest and had to be put to sleep. My son had a full blown freaking out episode over this. See, he's 18 and loss is not something that 18 year olds are all that familiar with. I mourned my good cat but I also thought of those kids in Iraq. (I can't help it. I think about it all the time.) I thought of all the 18 year olds over there who are probably not that different from my son. I thought of dealing with loss. I can't think about this for long as I start crying.
My daughter was home for the weekend. She is 20 and in school in NYC. She conned me into a trip to the mall and into getting a bunch of stuff she 'needs.' She is a little spoiled, kind of tough, fiercely independent and smart. I can't help but think of her when I read of these 20 year olds in Iraq. I can't imagine what their parents are going through, it makes me cry.
When Senator Kerry talks about Iraq, he reaches a different part of me than we he talks or acts on any other issue. He talks to my Mom side. I listen and think of the kid in my town who had his leg blown off and whose arm is pretty useless now due to an IED in Fallujah. I listen and I think of my kids and I thank God that I know where they are and that they are safe. And I think of that trip to the casualty list every morning and the fear I have that a new name will pop up. It's my Mom side, the side that is afraid and a little lost and doesn't want any more Cindy Sheehans formed. I don't want to see any more kids with artificial limbs.
He's my Senator. I have trusted him and trusted his judgment for over 20 years. I think he's a good man with the nation's best interests at heart. When I listen to him speak on this issue, I am very glad I voted for him, not just last year, but all those years ago when I had that sense of the man that he would think through his actions when a case for war came up, remember what it was like to be there on the ground and to experience loss, and vote from his soul. I still get that sense. I really do. I get it now. It comes, again, from my Mom side.
Keep my heart in a safe spot as well. On this issue and this issue uniquely, it is very, very vulnerable.
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