When you hear that a building fell down, or an old high school teacher passed in the town you lived in a long time ago, you feel something - but you do not fall down on your knees crying. You look out the window, or at children playing in the street and think of them, that kind face, those old bricks, and you honor them. You replay a perfect moment - a wisecrack, a rainy night, a car ride, a snowy afternoon. And then, it gets tucked away. There is so much work to do, and we are out of milk. And yes, you carry this unexpected loss with you as you walk - but it only goes so far.
This is very good and absolutely true. I do not recognize this country. I don't recognize some family members and some friends from long ago. How sad it is to think that battles fought long ago, my daughter has to fight again. I shake my head when I hear pro lifers bang on about how precious the unborn are, but have no concern for the children who are routinely slaughtered at school. Those folks cuddle their guns, close their eyes and offer thoughts and prayers. So many of us are so tired.
all fall down (back home)
This is very good and absolutely true. I do not recognize this country. I don't recognize some family members and some friends from long ago. How sad it is to think that battles fought long ago, my daughter has to fight again. I shake my head when I hear pro lifers bang on about how precious the unborn are, but have no concern for the children who are routinely slaughtered at school. Those folks cuddle their guns, close their eyes and offer thoughts and prayers. So many of us are so tired.
We are living in very sad and scary times.