About 6 weeks ago, we came across an armadillo digging in the yard. The other day I nearly stepped on a little brown bat in the back yard. This week, this guy (or gal) has taken up residence near our shop - basically right across from our house. It is remarkable how well it blends in with the tree trunks - and it is always beside a tree trunk during the day. I think I've even walked right past it a few times without seeing it! We're not sure, but we think it is very old and maybe on its last days. It just kind of stares at us when we come close. It's becoming almost like a pet to us - minus the petting!
I have struggled with writing about the shooting in Hesston - in fact, I wasn't going to post anything about it. However, for the sake of memories, I decided I should at least touch on it. It does deserve a place. It just hit so close to home - particularly since Doug was directly involved. Honestly, I sometimes feel guilty for struggling with this tragedy. I wasn't there, I didn't lose anyone close to me, and, although I know a few people who work there, I didn't know any of the victims. And I get to move on with my life with little disruption. I feel like I am on the outside looking in. But I guess that's okay. I didn't have to be directly involved for this to touch me. My heart is sad for the families of those who died, for those who were injured, for those who witnessed it, for my brother-in-law who will probably replay images over and over, for my sister and my niece and nephew who might sometimes wonder "what if?", for th...
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