I have always thought the distinction between Teddy and Lincoln was fascinating. Teddy Roosevelt never wanted to talk about, or dwell on, the memories of his lost wife. Lincoln, on the other hand, always carried pictures of his lost son, frequently told stories about him, and kept the memories near to him. What strikingly different ways of dealing with such deep grief.
Fabulous reflection about the ways in which we never know what might lead to what. Good luck might lead to bad, and vice versa Sometimes defeat can turn out to look a lot like victory, and victory defeat. How can we know what is best? We cannot. TR's tragedy turned him over time into the man he might never have otherwise become, which doesn't mean it was worth it or made sense or was "for the best". Just that it was so. Another man might simply have been destroyed.
I have always thought the distinction between Teddy and Lincoln was fascinating. Teddy Roosevelt never wanted to talk about, or dwell on, the memories of his lost wife. Lincoln, on the other hand, always carried pictures of his lost son, frequently told stories about him, and kept the memories near to him. What strikingly different ways of dealing with such deep grief.
Fabulous reflection about the ways in which we never know what might lead to what. Good luck might lead to bad, and vice versa Sometimes defeat can turn out to look a lot like victory, and victory defeat. How can we know what is best? We cannot. TR's tragedy turned him over time into the man he might never have otherwise become, which doesn't mean it was worth it or made sense or was "for the best". Just that it was so. Another man might simply have been destroyed.
Perfect for the holiday!
A beautiful and enduring story
Poetry in prose.
Nicely written, sir.