R.I.P. Scraggely Opossum

Taking Katrina to work this morning we stopped for breakfast. Lana was so excited about her bacon. Me and Trink were both achy...too much stress in the house right now. Drivin along in our loaner car, (cuz our car had a total engine meltdown apparently). I turned down the nice quiet street heading to her office...

"donna watch out!!"

"OH MY GOD!!!" screech! Swerve! Crunch crunch....

"I killed him...I killed him!!"

"Donna it's ok...accidents happen. Stupid thing ran into the street..."

I'm in hysterics...I just killed an animal. Sure we joke about roadkill all the time. But I have NEVER been a part of creating it. Ya know? It's traumatising. Suddenly, I felt bad for it's family. Maybe he was just trying to get to work ya know? Minding his business. He didn't look up. I don't think he really knew what hit him. I felt it tho. I took his little life from him. And I feel really bad. What do you do in situations like this? I mean a card isn't really appropriate.

I have to say, I don't ever want to experience anything like that again.

So, little fuzzy, creepy looking thing, I am sorry for what happened today. I didn't mean to hurt you. We are all God's creatures even though we may not always understand each other.

I hope your family wasn't around....

Peace ya'll!!

......five years later.....

I remember sitting at my desk in Fort Lauderdale... and hearing the people around me talking about New York. Hearing something about a plane and buildings. The information was slow in coming....as if no one really new what was going on...

I remember my heart flying into my throat. I remember thinking, the world is going to end. Is this World War 3? Where are they going to attack us next? Then I thought about my sister. She was supposed to fly the next day. To come own here. I called my family in Arkansas. Pop what's going on?

I'm watching the news now...is everyone ok?

Yes, sweetie we're ok, don't worry. i'll keep watching the news and let you know what's going on.

I could hear him trying to tell my grandmother, what had happened. She didn't understand what she was seeing, she thought it was a movie. I remember going downstairs with Cindy to the Progressive lounge and watching the TV to see what happened. Everything was still....so quiet. People were trying to call New York and get in touch with loved ones.

The office stood still trying to make sense of what happened....I got a ride home from my friend. I sat in front of the TV dumbfounded, wondering how something like this could happen. We heard rumors that buses and trains were under attack. Then the 2nd plane hit and it became real that someone was attacking us. Everything that day changed.

Five years later and still we are fighting and not winning, dying and not living....where does it end? When will it end?

Fighting for PEACE really is like screwing for virginity....

PEACE Ya'll! May God Bless the families that have lost so much!