Questions I don’t know the answers to

The First of many things I don’t know.Terri Schiavo.

In lieu of a living will, this is extraordinarily difficult. I don’t know what I would do if she were my wife or child or other loved one. My gut tells me that there is some level of awareness, and that awareness would scream at me if I were slowly starving to death. That seems cruel. Almost to the point of removing the feeding tube and inserting a needle to finish it cruel. If you’re going to remove the feeding tube, condemning her to a certain death, why not finish the job?

I just don’t know what to do, but my heart goes out to those making that decision.

A friend last night indicated that “They murdered her”. While I take issue with the Fox News type of simplification, he may be onto something. Starvation is a brutal way to die. We wouldn’t do that to a dog.

Should congress have gotten involved in trying to stop this individuals death? No. Was this anyone’s business but the family’s? No.

I just don’t know what the answer to this was.

A Great Day

We had the best day Sunday January 12, 2003. James R. Rogers V was baptized at church. He was wearing his great-grandfather’s (James R. Rogers Jr.) baptism gown. Doug said that he was deemed most cooperative, something that Gene Daniel told me would be the last time a Rogers would be called that. What made the day extra special was that Anne and I had joked with Mike Trexler that we sure would like for him to sing “I Was There To Hear Your Borning Cry” at Jay’s baptism, not really expecting him to do it, and we would never ask for real. He did it, and furthermore, it was not listed in the bulletin, so it came as a surprise. It was awesome.

I Was There to Hear Your Borning Cry

I was there to hear your borning cry,
I’ll be there when you are old.
I rejoiced the day you were baptized,
to see your life unfold.
I was there when you were but a child,
with a faith to suit you well;
I’ll be there in case you wander off
and find where demons dwell.
When you found the wonder of the Word,
I was there to cheer you on;
You were raised to praise the living God,
to whom you now belong.
Should you find someone to share your time
and you join your hearts as one,
I’ll be there to make your verses rhyme
from dusk till rising sun.

In the middle ages of your life,
not too old, no longer young,
I’ll be there to guide you through the night,
complete what I’ve begun.
When the evening gently closes in
and you shut your weary eyes,
I’ll be there as I have always been
with just one more surprise.

I was there to hear your borning cry,
I’ll be there when you are old,
I rejoiced the day you were baptized,
to see your life unfold