Earlier this week, there was a murder in my hometown. It appeared to be a random home invasion. To be honest, things seemed odd from the start, and I mentioned to Andrew that I couldn't remember the last time there was a killing in my hometown that didn't involve the deceased knowing their killer. And sadly, this is no exception. Her husband has been charged with the murder. There are now two little girls who have lost both parents. It is truly tragic.
There is also a local young woman whose story I follow. She has a chronic autoimmune disease, but has accomplished amazing things, but right now she needs to fight again. So many prayers for all of these situations.
I've been taking our pup over to our neighbor's house so she can run around her yard. Our neighbor passed away right after Christmas, and her daughter is my co-worker and friend. I miss her so much. I've realized that I haven't allowed myself to be sad because it is really her daughter's grief. But that doesn't mean I'm not sad about it. And Lent started this week, which is not meant to be a celebratory time, so there's that. And if I'm being honest, there are emotions about being empty nesters, somewhat unexpectedly. But I don't really have time to think about that because Andrew and I are swamped.
Truly things, are fine. I know that, and as the days get longer it helps to alleviate sadness. But I have to be honest, things have felt heavy. It will feel better soon, I'm sure.
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