Gawd Curse these Scary War Demons
Let Nothing You Dismay--Good tidings of Comfort, Joy, and Peace!
Even if one has not buried a child, or given birth to one, I think most people can understand how truly devastating it is to watch your firstborn’s coffin being lowered into the earth. It can tear apart marriages and families, but, even though my marriage did end, I have worked really hard to maintain good relationships with my three surviving children after their brother, my son, Casey was killed in Iraq in 2004.
We really had to rebuild our family into one where the parents were split and a vital member was forever absent. The addition of six-grandchildren has greatly enhanced the process for me, to tell the truth.
Casey, Christmas 1980
One of our retooling efforts has been to re-invent Christmas which was also a very important Holy Day for us. Before Casey was killed, we were devout Catholics and Midnight Mass was always in our Christmas schedule. Now, our reborn family is not religious, but we still carve some space for a creche because Casey was devout up until the day he was murdered by the War Demons on Palm Sunday (04/04/04).
So, for the Sheehan family Christmas, we have begun the tradition of having a Festivus (a holiday for the rest of us) Celebration. It resembles Christmas Eve a lot: a decorated tree, yummy food, stockings, and gifts. Maybe we’ll do the Airing of Grievances, but there are no Feats of Strength, or Festivus Pole.
I have been in contact with other parents who’ve buried children, but particularly those killed in the Imperial wars of the War Demons—it’s always disordered for a child to precede their parents to the grave, but, to be killed so some people can profit, so drugs can be run, so humans can be trafficked, so money can be laundered is extra-ordinarily demented. War is barbarism, but, now, instead of animal skins, the barbarians wear $10k suits, fly in private planes while sipping on the blood of the innocents out of their Faberge champagne flutes.
The Festivus Miracle I am seeking, and always seek, along with grieving mothers all over the world and throughout human history, is the end to war. I send my highest Solstice Energy for the continued exposure of the War Demons—even if they have to go down for other crimes, as long as they go down.
VANQUISH THESE WAR DEMONS:
AND THESE:
AND THESE:
AND THESE:
AND THOUSANDS MORE!
I skip all the end of the year so called Holidays too . Lost my dad , near Thanksgiving and Mom a few weeks later day after Christmas. My son Dec 19th , so I’ll just wait for spring and enjoy the rebirth of the year .
SPLENDID SOLSTICE of working for PEACE, JUSTICE AND FREEDOM FOR ALL!
May the knowledge that I and so many others support what you do, bring you comfort and joy.