My Tribute to President George W. Bush

As the days count down to President Bush leaving office, a barrage of emotions have come over me that I did not expect. I knew it would be hard for me to see President Bush go, but these feelings caught me off guard. You see, the Bush presidency became very personal to me. It literally defined my life and changed it forever.

When President Bush took office in 2001, we were an average middle class family with three kids, then ages 12, 15 and 18. Life was hectic but nothing too out of the ordinary. President Bush instilled confidence in me. I felt like he had good insight and understanding and could get the job done. After 9/11 he demonstrated an ability and strength of character that made me believe he was the right man at the right time, and that America would be well served by him. I admired his determination and steadfastness to do what had to be done. I knew that President Bush was driven by his depth of character, his core values and beliefs, and his desire to always do what was best for America.

President Bush did not seem to care about scoring political points or making personal gains. That knowledge comforted me when my son Adam joined the Marine Corps in 2004. It was a fact that Adam would be going to war, but he would do so under a president who desired nothing more than to protect America. Knowing that, reassured me. My son would not be putting his life on the line as a pawn in someone's political game or to fulfill some ulterior motive of the powerful. No, my son and every other person who served, did so at the direction of a man who himself was a servant to the people.

On August 31, 2006 President Bush sat with my family and privately expressed his condolences for our son's death in Iraq. The sincerity of his heart was evident. Our son's death was personal to him too. This young American had gone into battle at his direction and had come home to his family in a casket. He grieved with us but remained steadfast in his duty to defend America. Although we had just buried our son, we held firm to our belief in the need to complete and win the war in Iraq. The future of the American way of life depended on it.

In addition to taking the fight to the terrorist and keeping it off our homeland, the U.S. presence in Iraq liberated 25million people, and helped form an oasis of emerging freedom and democracy in the a volatile middle east, which was necessary for our safety here at home.

The President's development of the department of Homeland Security and implementation of various programs to monitor, detect and thwart threats against America have worked. Since 9/11 no attacks on the homeland were able to come to fruition. The homeland had been kept safe.

The last eight years have brought good and bad. I won't say I have agreed with everything President Bush has done, but what he has done, he did out of a conviction to do the right thing for the people and for the country. He has acted with courage, honor and integrity throughout his eight years as our president.

To President Bush I say thank for serving our nation in such an honorable way. Thank you for recognizing the real threats we faced and for acting to preserve and protect our nation and it's people. Thank you for being a man of integrity and being willing to do the right thing regardless of the direction the political wind was blowing. You honored God, you honored our country and now Mr. President I honor you and thank you for a job well done.

Different Than It Used To Be, But Christmas Is Still Wonderful

Whew, we made it through another Christmas! I not only made it through, but it was an especially wonderful Christmas this time around.

When the kids were younger Christmas was all about the tree, massive amounts of gifts, last minute shopping, late night Christmas Eve wrapping, and falling into bed about 2 AM after ensuring every detail was handled. Making sure my kids would have a great Christmas morning was all that mattered. Did I forget anything? Do the presents look just right under the tree? Will the kids like their stockings? Oh maybe I should not have bought this and should have bought that. Those were wonderful times and what I use as the standard to compare every Christmas with.

Now my oldest is 26 has a family of her own. My youngest is 20 and still lives at home, sort of. My middle child lies in a grave at the Veteran’s cemetery. Well, his body lies in a grave. I take great comfort in knowing he is now in Heaven and in the presence of the Lord. Since Adam’s death in Iraq, nothing has been the same, and most certainly Christmas has been different. We miss him every day but at Christmastime the loss is accentuated.

I don’t feel the same excitement about Christmas as I used to. We tend to blame the blahs about the holidays on Adam’s death. How could you enjoy Christmas in the same way when someone you love so much is gone? But the truth is, the lack of enthusiasm my not be entirely due to my son’s death. The hustle and bustle, mad dashes to get the right gift, decorating, Christmas baking and the excitement in the air are enhanced by the presence of children. Moms and Dads feed off the excitement of their children. They are the ones who make Christmas so special.

Now that the kids are grown and there are no children in the house, the deceleration of the Christmas whirlwind is probably a natural progression and not entirely attributed to a missing family member.

There reached a point following my son’s death where I had to quit longing for things to be normal again. My definition of normal was when “Adam was still alive.” I remember the moment my heart and eyes were opened to the concept of the “new normal” It was now normal that Adam would not be present at holiday gatherings, so longing for him to be there was doing myself and the rest of the family a disservice. I had to embrace what was now normal and be grateful for the blessings we had, because they were plentiful.

Just as life without one of my children led me to live in a new kind of normal, so has the “empty nest” syndrome. Life will never be the same as it was when the children were younger. We have grown into new phases of life where everything does not revolve around the kids. That is also a new kind of normal and very nice in many ways. Actually, it’s really nice in a lot of ways.

As I would most certainly be missing my son on Christmas, a special friend told me to “cherish the memories but remember that new memories are were yet to be made.” That bit of advice made me think about what kind of memories I wanted to have when I reflected on this Christmas.

As Christmas of 2008 went into the history books, I could say I had a truly wonderful Christmas and good memories had certainly been made. There were no tears, just a joyous day with those I love and anticipation of many good things to come in the new year .