Who would have thought that 2 hours after I wrote about Cindy Sheehan.
I would be facing a tragedy.
Last night I received a call from my niece that her 23 year old daughter was dead.
I went over to her home and stayed there into the evening until
her dad, my brother arrived.
As I write this I feel like someone has kicked me in the stomach.
I have always been a little uncomfortable when things seem to be going well.
It's like I'm waiting for the thunder bolt.
Yesterday I let my guard down
I am now seeing up close how someone you love deals with a child's death.
Sitting in their Living room listening to the Chaplain who arrived after the police were there was an experience I don't want to deal with anytime soon.
Don't get me wrong he was so kind and so caring, but talking about this beautiful girl being with God, we just wanted her back.
I wanted to scream...I wanted to get out of there.
Thank God my daughter was also there for support.
Maybe later I will post more about her, but right now
I feel drained.