It's been a tough week and a half for me. I picked up a virus and hurt my back, so I've been very sick. Recovery has been mega-slow for some reason. My doctor told me that this virus is a bad one and that it can come back, so even though I have felt a bit better the past two days, I have not ventured out into the world and have tried to rest as much as possible. And it's also been a very emotional week with the passing of one of my favorite Presidents, George Herbert Walker Bush. I've watched every single ceremony, and yesterday, thanks to technology, I even took a virtual train ride from Spring, Texas to College Station, Texas, on board the Presidential funeral train. I was so happy to see so many people along the route braving the elements to wish their President Godspeed. I was sad that I wasn't there in Tomball to see the train, but this was the best next-thing.
I never met the Bushes, but I've come close. I have been to Astros games where they sat behind home plate. You could not miss Barbara with her white hair! I took my fifth graders to Bush Library in College Station after it opened years ago, and wouldn't you know it...most of them were able to meet him because he was there but somehow I didn't get to see him! And a few years ago I was at a Broadway show in downtown Houston when right before the lights went down and the curtain went up, there was a commotion near the front of the theater. We realized it was because President and Barbara Bush had come into the theater, surrounded by their security people. Everyone in the theater started clapping and rose to their feet to honor them. Houston gladly claimed them as their own, and they gladly claimed Houston as their hometown.
I've cried a lot the last few days. And I have laughed a lot with everyone else. And I have been inspired. By the way they lived their lives. By their service to others and our country. By their creed for living. By their love for family and friends. I'm hoping that the things we have heard and witnessed over the past week connected to this great man and his family will continue to motivate us to be better human beings. We need it now more than ever. RIP, Mr. President. We will not forget you.
I never met the Bushes, but I've come close. I have been to Astros games where they sat behind home plate. You could not miss Barbara with her white hair! I took my fifth graders to Bush Library in College Station after it opened years ago, and wouldn't you know it...most of them were able to meet him because he was there but somehow I didn't get to see him! And a few years ago I was at a Broadway show in downtown Houston when right before the lights went down and the curtain went up, there was a commotion near the front of the theater. We realized it was because President and Barbara Bush had come into the theater, surrounded by their security people. Everyone in the theater started clapping and rose to their feet to honor them. Houston gladly claimed them as their own, and they gladly claimed Houston as their hometown.
I've cried a lot the last few days. And I have laughed a lot with everyone else. And I have been inspired. By the way they lived their lives. By their service to others and our country. By their creed for living. By their love for family and friends. I'm hoping that the things we have heard and witnessed over the past week connected to this great man and his family will continue to motivate us to be better human beings. We need it now more than ever. RIP, Mr. President. We will not forget you.
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