Sadness

My day started out on a good note. I was happy. But life has a way of dragging one down. Work was just the pits. Standing by department policies only to have people go over your head, and your bosses back down on their policies. There you are, left looking stupid. With the election over I though life could get back to normal. No more conflict. But that didn't go the way I wanted either. So here I am with a long list of sadness.

Randi Sue is upset and feels like she can't voice her opinion and that makes me sad.
She is afraid and worried about the future and that makes me sad.
Lindsay is upset and feels that she too can't voice her opinion and that makes me sad.
She is afraid to leave comments on family blogs and that makes me sad.
Randi Sue and Lindsay both feel they have hurt each others feelings and that makes me sad.
Lindsay removed the comment section from her blog and that makes me sad. I love to read the comments from her mother. So often I don't understand them. Mother, Daughter inside jokes. But I love them non-the-less.
I left comments on Randi Sue's blog in hopes of making them both feel better but that didn't work and that makes me sad.

I am a very patriotic person. When I was a girl I wore a Vietnam War POW/MIA bracelet for years. Never taking it off. The bracelet had the name of a US Solider missing in action and the date he went missing. I wore it so long that the finish wore off the inside and it was so rough that I would paint it with clear nail polish to keep from getting a rash. In the mid 70's Vietnam starting sending the bodies of US military men home. Names were printed in the paper every week of the the bodies that had been returned. I wore that bracelet until the day I read that Capt. Samuel Waters body had been returned to the United States. In the 90's Ron and I were in DC for a day and we went to the Vietnam Memorial and found his name on the wall.
We had a flag on our house everyday during Desert Storm. I thing we went through 3 flags because they got so sun faded.
Now I were a Red shirt every Friday to support the troops fighting in the middle east. Now a large number of bus drivers were red shirts every Friday. I remember one driver told me she did not support the war. I told her you don't have to support the war to support the men and women will to give up their lives to protect our freedom. The next week she was wearing a red shirt and saying the same thing to other people. I makes me proud that so many of my co-worker show their support each week.

On the MSN home page people are still bad mouthing both candidates and that makes me sad.
I was reading a Newsweek interview with Michelle Obama and I saw a human side that made me sad.
The 2 daughters of the Obama's will have to leave their home and their friends and go to a strange new school in a few months and that makes me sad.
They won't be able to go anywhere without the Secret Service and that makes me sad.
They can't be just normal little girls and that makes me sad.
Barak and Michelle Obama will have to worry more about the safety of their children than regular parents do and that makes me sad.
They have and will continue to hear terrible things about their parents and that makes me sad.
There are people in this country not willing to support the office of the president and that makes me sad.
There were people who voted for the wrong reasons and that makes me sad.
There were people that voted for Barak Obama just because he was black and that makes me sad.
There were people that votes for McCain just because he was white and that makes me sad.
There were people who voted for a candidate just because a celebrity endorsed them and that makes me sad.
I am afraid it will take people to long to push bad feeling aside and they will hurt other people and that makes me sad.
I am afraid this will hurt someones feelings and that makes me sad.

And now I have poured out my sadness and will set it aside. I'll wake up tomorrow morning and once again kneel down and thank my Heavenly Father for all my many, many blessing. And prayer for a happy day.