On the 26th anniversary of my Grandfather's death, I am sitting here thinking about the value of life and the value other's lives have on our own. I miss my Gramps and would love for just one more day to be able to spend in his presence. But, I can't. So, instead, I recall the memories he left so vividly in my mind. And I treasure them. Each and every one. And I am thankful for the time I had with my grandfather in my life.
But, also tonight, I am sad for a family I do not know. A woman in our town was shot the other night, at her place of employment. In cold blood. The reasons why are unknown right now, at least to the public, but I just cannot understand how someone could shoot someone who was sitting at her desk at work. Or anywhere. Where is the value of the human life? How bad could things have actually been that a person could kill another human being?
I'm sad tonight for this woman's two teenage sons. They are left with only their memories...and the pain of not having enough of them. Their mother was taken from their lives abrubtly and violently and without notice. I hope they will find comfort somewhere. A peace that will carry them through the rest of their lives. Though I did not know the family, I am sure they placed such a special value on their mother's role in their lives and I am sorry that some sick person took that away from them.
Tonight my prayers are for them... :'-(