Grieving

Does one mince words when loving or hating the game of chess? Does one....yes one does a game is a love affair it can go very well as well as become a disaster I'm just taking a road not in want of too high a hill nor too deep a hole just a road with which to plant my feet and when that goes and it's time to die I'll do the same as my mother and join the rest of my family up there in heaven. Don't tell me there is no passion that there is no heaven or no hell. Yes I don't know exactly where this is going this is suppose to be about chess but we humans do grieve we hate to lose and yes it is said I lost my mother a week or so when she died but it isn't so bad she made it man she won that game of life defied the odds and lived to 98 and she told me in person she wanted to live to one hundred just a week or so before she took a turn for the worst. If the quality of her life wasn't good then she said die and die she did. In chess life is also reflected and a Crucifixion in games happen some resign when there is not hope to win while a few go on to live though the quality of life is poor there is no winning but life some believe is precious at any level and death is not for us to choose only God decides. But yes chess is but only a game let me not become so foolish no I'm not grieving over a silly game but yet you know my mother did die. How dare I attempt to compare the two. Disregard today's entry.