life is fragile. i know, a completely shocking statement, something we all know, few would argue...but its reality can only be experienced. 53. that's how old my aunt judy would have been today had cancer not finally won her 5+ year battle. 18. that's how old billy would have been on his next birthday had he not been gunned down on last monday. 2. that's how old the youngest child was who watched billy die. 6. that's how old little messiah is, she watched her pseudo-big brother billy die in her daddy's arms. 16, that's how old the young man is who is currently being held in billy's murder.
'...a voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children...'
i watch these two little boys run, play, experience all their little eyes can take in and the abandon with which they throw themselves into the
vroom-vroom of their tiny cars or
rawrs of their dinosaurs...and i can't help but think about how fragile they are, and how fragile their lives have already been...
...life is fragile, live for today, stand for what you believe, or stop pretending...
1 comments:
amen brother muck. thanks so much for sharing that story.
unbearably sad, far too common occurrence. keep doin what you're doin.
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