kelonbeachIt has taken me a whole weekend of recollection and thinking and reading and praying to be able to write this post. I’m still not sure I want to  think about it again and then again no one in my immediate circles were harmed. I’m from New England, specifically Mass., and the Boston Marathon Bombings that took place on Patriots’ Day shook me up. The insanity that has been happening as of late is unbelievable. And then, on Friday, near full-blown panic had set in. I got an eery text from my little sister Friday who goes to school right by Watertown(where the suspects were) that the FBI and police were surrounding her school and the school was on lockdown. I had minimal details besides the “suspects” were @ MIT the night before and now near her. I knew about the early morning shootings and bombings. I didn’t know what they wanted, I didn’t know if they were now targeting college campuses. I didn’t know what they were capable of. I just got a message that was enough for me to lose my cool. My eyes were watering without me realizing it and my hands started to shake a little. Little snapshots from the past raced through my mind. And I had many of those “Please, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE” prayers and that’s all I could get out. She wasn’t actually, it seems, in imminent danger. But, it was a scary morning. You never know what tomorrow will bring. We have today, we have the people we love today and tomorrow there are no guarantees.

Sisters share a special bond, and I am beyond grateful that it is still Me & my sisters today.

Squeeze those you love tonight. <3

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P.S. The drawing is a sketch of my little sister when we were at the beach last summer.