Memorial Musings...



Memorial Musings…


            ’Tis the evening before Memorial Day and I’m enjoying Texas country music, salty air, and the sights and sounds of the Port Aransas marina. My family is here, safe and sound and free, thanks to the service of hundreds of thousands of veterans. There are many who lost their lives to ensure our freedoms. To them and their loved ones, we are all thankful.


            We have been lucky to spend this first rainy weekend of the “summer” with family and some very good friends. For us (like most Americans), Memorial Day weekend has been a chance to recharge, reconnect, and relax. A chance to get away and unwind. For this, we are thankful to those who lost their lives.


            The wet weather this weekend has been both a blessing and a curse. Our watershed has been blessed with some much needed rain, filling lakes, creeks, and reservoirs and stock ponds across the state. On the flip side, the unprecedented amount of rain, in just the wrong places, has caused loss of both property and life. For too many, Memorial Weekend 2015 will be remembered in very sad terms.


            Life is tough that way. Sometimes it rains.


            Due to the inclement weather, I also caught a little baseball on TV. This is odd for me as I spent a good part of my life involved in a whole lot of baseball games. Watching it now, on a video screen, just doesn’t do much for me. I cannot partake anymore, so I get rather bored. I do, still, appreciate the structure and the beauty of the game. There are a lot of life lessons to be learned from baseball.


            Baseball is a game of failure. The best hitters ever, failed sixty percent of the time. You can play well and lose. You can play bad and win. One pitch or one swing or one wrong bounce can decide a game. Or a season. Baseball rewards patience and determination and hard work. In the short term, you can also get lucky. The random bounces that can determine the outcomes of many games are in direct conflict with the perfect symmetry of the game itself…nine innings, no clock, first team to twenty-seven outs wins.


            Really, baseball is a lot like life. And rain. Everything can be going along great, then a storm comes and the river rises and your house floats away. Or worse. You can be serving your country and die in a random training accident. Or a war. Or “friendly fire.”


            Sometimes, life just makes no sense.


            When it comes down to it, all we can really do is live each day to the fullest and love those we love with all we’ve got. What happens will happen. That’s life. It is what it is. If we’re still here, we roll with it.


            Until next week, keep smiling.


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