Thursday, August 27, 2015


I remember when my mother died, peacefully, at home.
I called the police, the fire department, the funeral home.
I called some family and some of moms friends.
I guess I kept it together pretty well for all those calls.
It was when I called work, and my good friend and workmate answered the phone that I lost it.
I can’t imagine what it must be like for these folks at WDBJ in Virginia coming in to work this morning.
Prayers and blessings to them.

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