“Where do good men go when they die? They go to some far away shore, to some distant, gray land that we don’t know. To God they go. To some strange lodge on a hill, with shining lights, and an open door to sit with other men around a banquet hall we all suppose.
Arms go around them, and welcome our heroes in, and laughter flows. The dead leave us with our sorrows, and they continue on to another life unencumbered by their pain. The cripple can walk, the legless can run, and those with a broken heart can feel love again.
Our pain is our own, our sorrow is our own…we are alone. We cannot describe to others the way we feel. There is no definable hurting to share, no hint of what aches the heart, or anything that we can relate to others on exactly what it is we feel. These moments, when they come, dig into us and we feel a savage loneliness. Any subtle thrill we have for living is burdened by the presence of death.
But life is not over. If we can get out of our heavy funk, if we navigate outside these roads of war within our own heart, we will grow. Long after the sad, blue odor of pain is gone, the scent changes to the sweet smell of hopefulness. How do we get out of this? By focusing on our friends who are alive in the here and now. By remembering what our dead lovers, friends and family meant to us. By carrying on in old traditions we used to have with them. By celebrating with others some of the silly, inane crap they used to do, by sharing with others how freaking hilarious or brave they were. Remembering the good times brings back good feelings. I’m no expert on healing. This is my own opinion.”~Michael Kurcina #apparel #fitness #running #crossfit #climbing #tactical #merica #SOF #EDC #violentwhennecessary #gunsdaily #weaponsdaily #igmilitia #igdaily #2a #gunslifestyle #edc #carryeveryday #sunsoutgunsout #SWAT #outdoors #gearreviews #police #hiking #vet #fashion #spotterup