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Saturday, December 18, 2004

I was thinking today about my uncle, on the third anniversary of his death. He was an eloquent writer and a passionate political liberal. He was bedridden for the last few years of his life, but he moderated message boards and wrote fiery letters to newspapers and politicians. He had a keen sense of justice and was good at sniffing out the wrongs inflicted by the strong on the weak.

He was angry a lot of the time, but he never lost hope that wrongs would be righted and justice would prevail. I wish he were here now to remind us that no matter how bleak things seem, this society is headed inexorably toward a place where our better natures will overrule our prejudices.

He knew that every failure is an opportunity to do better, and he would encourage us to keep shouting, keep fighting and keep the faith. He never sat back and bemoaned a bad situation. He worked to fix it, because he knew that even though his body was growing shriveled and useless, he still had power.

I miss his voice, and we could all use a little dose of his wisdom and the big boot in the backside he would give us whenever we started thinking there was nothing we could do to make the world better. He never stopped trying to do just that, and now that heís not here to remind me, I need to remind myself.




16 December 2004

Clouds above the oak.



What I needed to remind myself today was that, as bleak as things seemed earlier this week and as miserable as I felt yesterday, things really are getting better for me. My phone now works again, Julie is back in the picture to help me through the pitfalls of paperwork, and that cough that kept me awake (until I medicated myself into oblivion last night) is now gone. Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep! I think I can do anything now. (Although I could use one more night of sleep just like last night. I really could.)




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In spite of (or maybe because of) the Big Sleep, I felt sluggish all day today. I didnít feel ďbadĒ bad, just immobile (and a little light-headed from time to time). I did what I had to do, but itís a good thing it was a Saturday and I didnít have to do much.

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One year ago: Waiting Game
"This won't happen next year, when I start my shopping in January. I'll keep saying it until I convince myself. Maybe I'll even start on December 26."

Three years ago: Passages
"There's something kind of majestic about the death of a person who had a strong will to live."


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