This day of contemplation has been difficult. So much more so because of the date. Eight years ago we got hit hard. September 11th, 2001, a date that needs no explanation. Tom called in the early afternoon to inform me of the latest news from home and stuff. His final tid bit was that his legs have finally quit working. Knowing this was coming was one thing, having it here is another. He thinks that maybe he can get use one in a while but it is coming to an end. This leads to so many thoughts. One I will not write here yet. As known, this happened of course away from home and the caretaker is there. I just wish I knew what to do for him and in a selfish way..me