Holidays and Family
By now the news has traveled to much of the Racing media and is known throughout the horse racing world that Dale Baird has been killed in a car accident. As a default family member for half a dozen years now, I find myself here among his brothers and sisters this holiday as well as all the holidays and Edna birthdays since '01.
My spouse, Charles and Dale shared some personal distance, and I have always felt that this was due mainly to their very disparate priorities: Charlie would sacrifice his livelihood for the quality of his relationships, and Dale would sacrifice his relationships for the quality of his livelihood. Although they did not share much conversation, Charlie would help Dale anytime if he needed it.
Charles doesn't recognize offhand how like Dale he is: He focused his competitive nature on being "a good person." and he could beat the hell out of Dale on that; But the truth is as Charles has often declared; "I'm just myself." And so was Dale; just himself.
Dale was certainly great for what he did in the material construction of our world, but his loss isn't augmented by his acheivements in the eyes of God. Nor is it mitigated by the fact (or fantasy) that "just becasue he got recognition doesn't make him better in every way"; since he most certainly was not.
When the one who was just here is now gone, the pain is never measured by a scale of a legacy, but only by heaviness of heart.
The spirits of the family and all who were close enough to feel connected have been both injured and strengthened by the loss. Events occur that change our lives all the time, and in the eyes of Creation it's all perfection, because in the end all that is left is the Spirit.
So in sadness or in lighthearted memories, these moments are perfect in the same way a simple farmer's self-expression amid the appearance of hardscrabble circumstances was.... a Heaven in Hell's Despite.
Blessing to all this holiday season!
My spouse, Charles and Dale shared some personal distance, and I have always felt that this was due mainly to their very disparate priorities: Charlie would sacrifice his livelihood for the quality of his relationships, and Dale would sacrifice his relationships for the quality of his livelihood. Although they did not share much conversation, Charlie would help Dale anytime if he needed it.
Charles doesn't recognize offhand how like Dale he is: He focused his competitive nature on being "a good person." and he could beat the hell out of Dale on that; But the truth is as Charles has often declared; "I'm just myself." And so was Dale; just himself.
Dale was certainly great for what he did in the material construction of our world, but his loss isn't augmented by his acheivements in the eyes of God. Nor is it mitigated by the fact (or fantasy) that "just becasue he got recognition doesn't make him better in every way"; since he most certainly was not.
When the one who was just here is now gone, the pain is never measured by a scale of a legacy, but only by heaviness of heart.
The spirits of the family and all who were close enough to feel connected have been both injured and strengthened by the loss. Events occur that change our lives all the time, and in the eyes of Creation it's all perfection, because in the end all that is left is the Spirit.
So in sadness or in lighthearted memories, these moments are perfect in the same way a simple farmer's self-expression amid the appearance of hardscrabble circumstances was.... a Heaven in Hell's Despite.
Blessing to all this holiday season!

