Another mass shooting. This time in Dayton Ohio. 9 killed, 26 wounded. What is happening? Will this be the time that Congress and Trump will be moved to DO something? Or will the NRA win the day once again? The country is grieving. Many are fearful. No place in the USA is safe anymore.
Another shooting! this time in El Paso, Texas. The third in a week’s time. 20 people killed, 26 injured. Another hate crime
When will the government DO something? The gun lobbyists own the Republican party and Mitch McConnel won’t allow any gun reform bills to move through the Senate. It’s depressing.
Each time this happens, Trump offers his prayers and condolences. Is that all he has? DO something! YOU have the power. For starters, stop spewing your hateful rhetoric, your messages of hate. You are a piece of work. In my 92 years, I’ve never seen anything like you.
Yes, tonight I pray for the dead, the wounded, their families, for El Paso and for our country. That’s all I can do for now. That’s all I can do until I get to the ballot box.
arched & rising
from the floor
to rest a chin
or lay a head
to cradle & comfort
(c) Mary Harrison, 8-4-12
It’s been rough. Today, all day, I did nothing. I felt physically and mentally ill.
Muffy was put to sleep about a month ago in the ER. She was dying of cancer of the liver; Betsy died Wednesday morning at home. It all happened so fast. She seemed okay. Then she became ill and died. Her ashes were delivered today.
And today is the anniversary of my son Scott’s suicide. I always dread August. The day Scott killed himself, we were having a heat wave. And now, again.
There’s always such guilt involved when a loved one, so close, dies. What were the signs it was going to happen? Why didn’t I see? What could I have done to save my son? My baby girls? Was I inattentive, negligent in some way? The questions haunt you, disturb/prevent sleep, tie your stomach in a knot so that you can’t eat.
Karen came with gifts, as usual. She’s here visiting her mother; always comes by when she’s here. Today she brought a cinnamon roll from the bakery on National and some lovely tomatoes,cucumbers and watermelon from a fruit stand. I took a few bites of the cinnamon roll, had a tomato for supper.
My heart is breaking. My mind isn’t really working. I’ll tell the stories of Muffy, Betsy and Scott another time. Just wanted to mention them on this day.