My eldest son Ben, previously referred to on this site as "Hummingbird" is in the hospital for "Transient Gobal Amnesia". Basically, the inability to make new memories. They have run all kinds of tests for his brain and now are checking out his heart thoroughly, which, news to me, can effect the ability of the brain to function to that extent. The poem refers more to his piossible mental departure, and I know it sounds negative and self centered, but it is 3:30 in the morning and so much has happened this year I just felt like whining a bit. With God on our side and a loving family we will be fine. I think everyone has been in the self pity pit if only for a short time. God Bless us all.