Some Losses are harder to take than others

The Indians lost to the Cubs, Hillary Clinton lost to Donald Trump and I lost my brother.

The Indians were poised to celebrate.  The champagne bottles were in the locker room just waiting to be uncorked.  Game Seven, overtime; but they lost.  The shock and disappointment of Cleveland was broadcast by the media, right next to the win of the Cubs.

Hillary Clinton, after serving in public office for over 30 years, lost the presidential election to a business man, who never held a public office.  The shock across the nation, by people and pollsters, has been broadcast by the news media right next to Trump’s acceptance tweets and security briefings.

My brother was standing on a street corner, when he dropped to the ground from a brain aneurysm.

The Indians will play another season.  The people of Cleveland will go back out to the stadium and support their team.  They will hope and try again.  In baseball, there is always next season.

I don’t know what Hillary Clinton will do, maybe she doesn’t know right now either.  I know in America, friendships will be ended over this, protesters will take to the streets, and media will cover the fires of dissent and analyze how this could have happened.  After a while we will all go back to work, we will make new friends.  America will go on, we will have the peaceful transition of power.  Some of us will change parties, some of us will be more involved politically, some will be apathetic and some will just wait another four years to cast a vote.

Hillary will go on as well.  She will dust herself off, maybe spend some time with her grandchildren, maybe write another book.

My brother will not go on.  At 52 years old the brain aneurysm killed him in just a few hours.  The shock and loss affected my family deeply, but we go on.  It’s just some losses are harder to take than others.

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