And the three men I admired most:

I Shall pass this way but once......

And the three men I admired most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
well they took the last train for the coast,
the Day the Music Died.

-Don McClean, American Pie

We all have a day the music died, don't we?

Maybe in our lifetimes, we'll have a few such days. A day where it really marks the total ending of one era, and the beginning of a new much more complex regime. A regime with so many new rules and conditions.

In our case it's become rules and conditions for loving. Rules and conditions for communicating.
It is a harsh regime, especially given the one we just rolled out of, which by comparison looks in retrospect more like the time of camelot.

We used to talk, we used to talk about everything, we'd air it all out, throw it on the table and by talking we sometimes would gain a piece of information for insight, so we could make some type of sense of it. Sometimes you would even shake your head at the insanity of things, but then would come that grin, and a compromise, a higher ground. Even on more serious subjects that saddened you, you would still come up with this answer and that answer as you didn't want to affront anyone with what you really felt or thought on the situation at hand, so it was always a compromise, always a graceful, yet rational answer back. Many would not believe what lengths you would take this to, caving in so others would be happier, and have what they needed? Yes, you had great Heart.

The new regime doesn't want to talk. If you receive any words they'd be flung at you as a person flounces away.......1/2 of the words on the air for us oldsters missing some of our hearing dynamics, body language replacing those last words.

So you can try calling them for one on ones, you can trying emailing some of them, but it all works out the same, Silence.

So you get one inuendo, of what's going on to result in this chaos, but you get no sound point, reason or logic to it. Just silence. I think they like silence better as it makes them feel justified in their very own actions, but it gains no grounds for resolving anything. Life still has run amuck and it can gain no balance until communications with all would be re-established.

So, to anyone who thought I gested when I called you the heart of the family, I was ever so right on it, when you boarded that train with the three men admired most, the music stopped because without it's heart it could no longer thrive. And so we have two brains, lots of useless limbs, but no heart to initiate the repairs, we have so little time left on our clocks that this upcoming miscalculation will be remembered harshly when the clock strikes midnight, and no one will ever be able to rise above it. It will become the ultimate mistake, the final mistake, And the music will certainly have died, unless you can send back your heart....your heart might be able to pull us through this.

Waiting for.......Heart to go on.