Good night, Peter

Peter Jennings lost his battle with lung cancer tonight. It apparently wasn't a shock to his colleagues, but it was to me. When I saw his last broadcast around six months ago, when his voice was hoarse and weak but he was in consumate anchor form, I never thought that would be the end for him. I fully expected for him to be back in that anchor chair again,

Goodbye, Peter. Many of us will never forget what we've learned from you. You were truly one of the people in news that was an example of class, of humility, and for putting the value of truth above all else.

(And on a related-yet-unrelated note, finding this out right after watching Nate's funeral on SFU sucked. There's also been a lot of loss this week elsewhere within my family. Today at church, after lighting a candle for a little girl who died way too soon, I found a poem inside of the "Singing the Living Tradition" hymnal by e.e. cummings. I'm fairly sure this is the correct one. )

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)