Who Woke You From Your Slumber?


Our sacred rest. I was speaking to my friend one day and she spoke of her running around and how her husband had joked about “the American dream, and its meaning, is No sleep!” I laughed at that. Of course I told her that my grandfather always said, “I’ll sleep enough, when I’m dead.” I’m afraid, I’v found out, that’s not always true.

To my father, a laborer, his identity was his job. And it was abruptly taken from him. It is the saddest thing to a man like my father.It was one of the saddest moments of my life. To see him with that empty look in his eyes. The last moments.

A man who had served his country and his corporation with loyalty. And pushed out the door in the end. This is how a veteran and loyal worker is treated?  Our own government has the greatest responsibility in this mess. A life of which, in his tormented mind only offered the grave as a solution to his peace.

But that would be short-lived, as well. It seemed he was roused from his sleep, to be put to work, from his grave. Yes, what he could not have in his life, he was now forced to do in his death, and for others.I guess it’s true, he was more valuable, dead, than alive. While his disabled son was also being robbed at the hands of these parasites.

And when people have spoken to me on this subject, they mention legal terms, such as, what it takes to “make someone whole,” or someone “having deep pockets.” In my mind  the thought of such compromise makes me want to vomit. Could there be enough money to make someone whole from such experience? Could anyone’s pocket’s be deep enough to replace what my father lost? What we lost as a result of losing him? Whats been done to my brother and others like him? No, there’s really no way of calculating those damages, and to try to analyze the impact on whole generations.

As I’ve said many times, just the loss, I feel while watching my son playing baseball and wondering, what it would be to have my father sitting with me to see him. I’ll never know. And all because of a job, whose corrupt practices forced him out.

Who wouldn’t be more than a little traumatized to find that he has been secretly employed, all along, to fill the pockets of someone else? No, there isn’t any money that makes me feel better. I think Benjamin Netanyahu said it best, “You don’t negotiate with terrorists.” And I sure don’t make a pact with the devil.

But I have promised my father, I will live out my days, to offer him his sacred rest which he deserves.  The days that we are living in are evil. These are grave robbers. But, my Lord will guide our steps and this will come to an end. And one day I will be able to say, “Go back to sleep dad.”

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