the good fight

Life doesn't wave as it's speeding by
Better grab on fast and hold on tight
And don't ever forget to fight this good fight
And here I am.

This is my favorite verse in a song written by Mary Chapin Carpenter and i was listening to it today coming home from the Penitas clinic. Listening and thinking about how there is so much going on in the world, in my life, in everyones' lives. Then my brother called me back and he is in a very bad place again, telling me it's his time. Right now, he doesn't see a life that is worth fighting for nor does he have the energy to fight. So, I told him it wasn't fair that life had to be so hard, and i knew it was even harder for him. I told him to tell someone else how he is feeling, someone who is there, not hundreds of miles away, like me. "You have your music, your boys, your Gillian, and I love you," that's what i told him. Because sometimes we can't fight the good fight, can we? Sometimes we have to let someone else fight it for us.