I just haven’t completely gotten my mind around this election. It was a very long election cycle, and I am not trusting what I am seeing/hearing from anyone. Yet, my week is far from over.
My mother-in-law died over the weekend. My husband and I had our 36th wedding anniversary on election day. (Thirty-six years ago and I was only months out of high school graduation, and nobody gave us much chance of staying together very long. And it wasn’t one long honeymoon. But three beautiful and brilliant daughters, two wonderful sons-in-law, and three perfectly beautiful young grandchildren later…) Yesterday was my mother-in-law’s funeral. They had no money to speak of, so all the siblings had to split the costs with very little money ourselves. But we all got it done. My father-in-law had been living alone in their house for the better part of the last year while she was bed-ridden in a nursing home. He became frail and lonely without her. He had gotten shingles a few months ago and couldn’t even visit her. Missed our daughter Kate’s wedding. But he was able to return to going to the nursing home about two months ago. Then a few weeks ago he fell at home and broke his hip. Was on the floor for over four hours before anyone could get to him. His health was not so good with post-op complications and underlying health issues that surfaced. He was having a very hard time coping with the loss of my mother-in-law the last few days. Then the call came very early this morning, before my 6 a.m. alarm, that my father-in-law had passed away. They were both Scotch-Irish, so, It is what it is, as we say in our family. We all figured he was holding on for her, and when she was gone he chased after her, just like he did when he was begging her to marry him. It was her second marriage (1971), her first husband (1954), my husband’s father, dying in 1968. So, the stepdad was more a dad than anything else for my husband. I am now clinging to my own father and stepmother, and have re-connected with my estranged mother. Perhaps we must cling to our families tighter in the coming mess.
I do feel we have yet to hit the bottom in this country. Right now we are being led and controlled by the selfish children among us. We must not give in or give up. We have something they do not. We have convictions and loyalty to how and what this nation was founded upon. Right now these people are much like the person that tries to assemble something without reading the instructions. It never turns out well. After I crawled in bed on election night and forced roughly three hours of restless sleep, I got up the next day and carried on getting Lizzie Rose off to school, and then attending my mother-in-law’s funeral. While the pastor gave her sermon I found myself glaring at the winding paisley vines of the funeral home carpet … and this speech came into my head. My patriot friends, these are the words and inspiration we need now remember…
“The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers at the edge of the cliffs, shooting down at them with machine guns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top…”
Our nation will never die. We have something no other nation has ever had at time such as these … we have a foundation just waiting to be returned to and rebuilt a top of. We just need to clear the mounting debris and wreckage once the selfish and insolent chcildren have trashed the place enough for the ‘moderate’ lazies to have had enough, and it will not be easy. We must stay strong and united. We will be the heavy-lifters when all is said and done. Pray. Stay together. And grab that rope when you see it is your turn to climb… God bless us but we really are at war.
On a footnote … I cannot tell you how very grateful I am to be a part of this Babalu family during this tough battle ahead of us. As wonderful our loyal readers think the Babalu writers are, they are even more so.