Like the death of anyone we admire and love, the loss of Tim Russert is not getting any easier with time...

We've purposely stayed away from 'Meet the Press' for the month since his death because we couldn't bear his absence. Last week we tuned in and had to shut the TV off. The lack of respect for Former Vice President Al Gore was apparent. (Brokaw spoke over him, wouldn't let him finish sentances, and offered opinions rather than drawing out facts and details.) What a shame...I guess no one COULD do is as well as Tim, anyway. But damn it, I REALLY, REALLY miss him!

Personally, it hasn't been since the 9/11 Tragedy that I've felt so affected by death. It shocks me to realize that I'll be sitting somewhere waiting at a traffic light, or in line somewhere, and find that I'm thinking about Tim Russert. I find myself ruminating about how full his life seemed and how amazingly unfair it is that he's gone in the apparent prime of his life. It vexes me, like other unponderable questions such as, 'How is it possible for stupid people to become wealthy?' and "Why should anyone vote in this upcoming election when only the Electoral College votes count?" (I plan on doing a full blog entry on just this topic alone in a short time!)