I woke on this beautiful day, the day before Thanksgiving to hear of another mass shooting in America. My heart continues to shatter. I am not sure why so many people are so angry and why anyone could raise a gun against innocent people.
I pray for the families who have again fallen victim to America’s true epidemic.
Love has got to stop whispering!
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One Liner Wednesday is brought to us each week by Linda Hill. Pop over to her place to get the rules and read the contribution of others.
One Liner Wednesday is brought to us each week by Linda Hill. Pop over to her place to get the rules and read the contribution of others.
The world is very noisy today, but we can counteract the noise.
One Liner Wednesday is brought to us each week by Linda Hill. Pop over to her place to get the rules and read the contribution of others.
Day 263
I am so far behind on blog reading and responding to comments. I am an early riser so I have time to shower, catch up with hubby and have a cup of coffee before the day takes off. Then I have time when everyone goes to bed, but by then, I am exhausted and ready for sleep.
I tease my grandchildren and tell them that Grandma needs her rest and needs to go to bed early. Last night, we watched a Chipmunk movie and I heard my 6-year-old grandson talking to his sister. “It’s 8:38! It already past Grandma’s bedtime.” Ha! I am not that bad. We forget how much kids treasure staying up late, especially the first week of their summer vacation.
Yesterday was busy, but a few tender moments were on my mind.
It was the 27th anniversary of my Dad’s death. He passed so close to Father’s Day, it was a very hard loss. He was my best friend and I miss him every day. I do not live in the grief — instead I choose to remember him full of life with that spark in his eye. He would have loved seeing these rambunctious great-grandchildren of his. He was all about the little ones.
Yesterday was also the 3rd anniversary of the massacre at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. I have family and friends in the LGBTQ community (wouldn’t it be nice if we were all of the same community?) which makes this hit home even more. It is so sad to remember this horrible shooting and so hard to realize nothing has been done in these intervening years to prevent such a tragedy from happening again. This morning I watched the video of Anderson Cooper reciting the names of the victims. It is a tough watch. Lest we forget…
I also took my granddaughter to get her hair washed and braided at the salon. Much to my surprise her brother wanted to come along. Luckily, it was a short appointment — just shy of an hour — so he survived!
Then it was home, dinner and a movie. A very full day indeed.
I find myself looking forward to going home this weekend. Not because I want to get away for I have loved every minute. God knew what he was doing when he gave children to the young and limber.
Hope to catch up some this weekend.
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