29 April, 2023

Broken Bridges

In the quiet passage of years, I found myself reflecting on the cherished legacy of my late grandfather, whose patient hands and careful craft taught me the virtue of steady perseverance and thoughtful repair—lessons I now apply to the fragmented memories and shifting realities that greet me since my hospital days. Though time bends and warps, the honor of his name and the gifts passed through generations remain a steady beacon. Alongside this, I have wrestled with the gradual fading of memories, like broken bridges slowly mended by effort, and the bittersweet recollection of an angel I helped raise, whose absence lingers yet fuels my resolve. My work, both in the military and beyond, has been a tapestry of tireless dedication—juggling countless tasks, automating complex systems, and fostering quiet victories that often went unseen but were deeply felt. Though health and circumstance have introduced a weariness of body and mind, my spirit strives onward, drawing strength from family, old voices, and a relentless drive to support those around me. Dreams and waking moments entwine with echoes of the past, inspiring a fragile hope that the mind’s labyrinth may yet be navigated. Through all the trials, I remain steadfast—a son, a father, a friend—and I carry forward, ever grateful for those who walk beside me on this continuing pilgrimage.