My reflection on Mrs. Cindy Sheehan

Let me preface what I am about to say with this: I have all empathy in the world for Mrs. Cindy Sheehan and her tragic loss. I can't imagine the magnitude of a mother' sorrow over a lost child. Casey Sheehan, her son, died a hero's death. He volunteered for military service, knowing the cost and dangers for committing himself for service. He paid the ultimate price for defending others' safety and freedom.

But I am afraid that Mrs. Sheehan, in her moments of intense grief and sorrow, has made some impulsive decisions. From her appearances with Michael Moore to her many anger-drenched demonstrations, she risks losing the grace and moral superiority of being a hero's mother. She has unknowingly put her son's death in the forefront of political controversy. Casey is now the dart board for partisan debate and the target for mudslinging for extremes both the left and right. I hardly think that this is what Casey would have wanted: would he like to be remembered for dying a hero's death, or for being at the center of political quagmire?

If I could talk to Mrs. Sheehan now, I would say this: as much sorrow as she has exprienced, never let her sadness and anger overshaddow her son's heoric sacrifice, and the beautiful life he had lived.