Tired and stressed out. That’s what it comes down to. Somehow I let my stress levels overtake me, ghosting images and memories from a few years past. Aches and pains that I knew were signals from my body telling me that it’s time to take it easy for a little while. I was burning it pretty hard from both ends with projects inside and outside the normal realm of things no one really understands except radio geeks like me. I would have to say dedication is another thing I suffer from; when you believe in something so much, you also have to remember that there is a world outside of life.
My great Uncle Richard passed away late last week. It’s been difficult to wrap my thoughts about the loss. I don’t remember a lot about the man except that he is another precious human being that the world will sorely miss. He fought on the front lines in World War II, was captured by the enemy, put into a prison camp, but was spared a lot of suffering as it was the very end of the war. The stories would send chills up your spine, but he was always ready to talk about them and happy to share his memories.
When Saving Private Ryan came out and everyone was talking about the “reality of war” that was portrayed on screen, Uncle Richard’s stories already taught me everything I needed to know. The one thing I can remember the most about listening to him was how sick I felt to my stomach hearing about all these things he saw. It still gets me more than any movie ever will.