Yesterday a local police officer was killed, he left behind a wife and three young children. I drove by their house this morning and I just began to cry. There were all these cars and police in front of the house and I just felt what was happening in that house. The questions and emotions, the dead silences and the what ifs. The having to answer, when is daddy coming home? It just breaks my heart. A lot of people say our loss was the worst kind. To some extent I suppose they're right, but who's to judge. I feel for anyone who has lost someone near and dear to their heart because although death is natural it's always unexpected and to those left behind it's never the right time. And so we grieve and we take it day by day and try to cope and seek every new day as renewed strength because that's what get's through.
I went shopping with my niece and for the first time I acted like a mom rather than the cool aunt. She was looking at this blouse which was not age appropriate, and I told her as much. To myself I was like wow, where did you come from lady. For a split second I saw myself shopping with Elena and having heated discussions like "no daughter of mine will leave this house looking like that". Another one of those I sound like my mother moments (lol). I guess those mommie hormones come out to play every now and then.
I ask that we pray for the officers family as they embark on this new season of their lives.
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